There were many networks in the forest. Everyone relied on everyone and everything that dwelt there. There was harmony in the forest.
One of the networks was vital, without it all would wither and perish. There was a deep understanding in the forest.
One of the networks has a name that’s also used by the Folk on the other side of the Long Road; it’s called the Grapevine. There are gossips in the forest.
This network knew everything about anything at any moment in time, nay; before that moment in time had even occurred. There were whispers in the forest.