From Elroy's journal, 1526.

The great tree Redro, which we have built our city Monolith within, has given us many good gifts. None are stranger, though, than root runners. The Firs to the South call them luggers, whereas the Warins name them as knot-foots. Regardless of their true name, their nature begs us to ask how the Crystal Woods have gone on without them. They are the jester's natural predator, and hold back the whipper weed by tearing at the ground as they run. It is swiftly evident to us that their role in the ecosystem is integral. For everything the Pale War took from us, the hidden gifts of its end are finally being revealed. I suppose missing something so important for so long had made us forget we were missing anything at all.