The people inside the tree sought every cure, every stitch, every little piece of material they could to repair their now broken Messiah. Of course, this led to nothing but deep scars for those who were the leaders... For the Bishop, he cared not, making his way to Iron's Keep. As he made his way there, he pondered if he had truly done the right thing. He began thinking of all the ways he could help this outside world, he began thinking of power. As he arrived at the fateful Keep, the guards raised their swords, all people & races in unison against this odd looking assailant. For them, this kind of person was completely foreign, the elves, who all other races assumed knew most about trees and nature-like beings, began talking. First, the Bishop was questioned. Asked about where he came from, how he was raised, how his home had formed. As he spurred the flames of ignorance and greed further, portraying himself as the reincarnate Blooming Messiah, the guards began to lower their defenses. As the accepted him on, they made one condition: his weapons must be left outside, that including staffs. For his entrance, they also cast a ring of anti-magic around the mass of the Keep. He sat, bedside to Iron, talking about the innards of the tree, Iron just as confused about the inside as Luwarin is about the outside. Iron took a liking to Luwarin, the Bishop's stoically laid-back attitude striking Iron's interest. Iron soon took the Bishop under his wing once he had recovered.