Fires of Dis: ELC 3 Ashbeard Treant 3: Entry 1

My name is Ashbeard. Not sure why. I'm not made of ash. I'm a Teak wood Trent. I know what you're thinking. And yes, teak is a rare tree to be in hell. But I make due. Most the time, I do well enough. I've found decent companions and am well on my way back to my forest. The gnome looks at me like I'd make a better chair than travlling companion though. Greedy lot, the gnomes. Better than devils, I suppose. They made a sport of chasing me with axes. Or setting me on fire. What ever they were in the mood for. I hate fire. It burns. A lot. Only thing innate more than magic lockers is fire. I wonder if I should have stayed in the city. Probably would have been better for my health. The group I travel with now seems to be cursed. Room full of skeltons, flying chains, bottomless pit, trolls... Misfortune round every curve. I don't blame the party, with exception of the gnome maybe. He seems like the cause of all this. One minute he's a small little man, the next he's flying or as tall as the dragon man. It worries me. He doesn't know what he's doing, I think. I can't wait to get home. I will throw a big party when I do. All the dryads will come, and my new friends. Well, maybe not the gnome.