The Hub fades behind you as you enter The Whispering Woods, where ancient trees breathe like sleeping beasts. One of them — taller than a tower — leans down. Its voice is the creak of timber in a storm. It speaks of years counted strangely and challenges you to measure them in your own.
An Ent speaks in riddles:
Question:
I was 70 years old when my younger brother was born. My brother is now 30. How old am I? But wait—Ent years are 3 times longer than human years. How old am I in human years?
Hint: “Time moves strangely for the treefolk — slow enough to watch mountains nap, yet somehow your brother still manages to be the annoying younger one.”