Radasanth, its populace, was mostly sea glass and rotten trunks. In such a circumstance, among such a substrate, the saplings could be forgiven their anemic endeavours. After all, the debate of "effort" ends with the realisation that sum is never more, nor less, than the parts. Asking the pieces to fall in a different pattern is utterly absurd. Hence, the word and the concept of "blame" should be eliminated from our society.

The animists, what do they make of a dead tree? If a rock contains a spirit, and so does a vibrant (i.e. living) oak, then surely a dead willow could be a home to more than just creepy crawlies: it could be the scabbard of a wretched ghost. But, as chunks of the decaying bark tumble, do they take pieces of the ghoul with them? Who knows.

For fun, let's pretend that devils multiply in the rotting tree trunks.

It's fun to finally understand why old forests are always so haunted!