[Oh, it's story time now, is it? He almost protests, because it's a brutal tale and he'd rather not crash the mood of the party, but it seems that's already been done.]

I imagine Lila told you we were seeking out a cure for Amara's condition. My sources had never been that far into the goblin's lair, so the information I received wasn't entirely accurate. [Which is on him- as Emma keeps telling him. But there was no way they would have ever known for certain without going on.] And I know why now- the trees could only bear fruit out of season with a sacrifice. Anyone who would have gone down that far in pursuit of them would have fallen victim to it. The druid who guarded it wasn't much in the business of being told no.