[In the meantime, Jolene has been approaching Chime with the kind of careful stolid friendship of a neighbourhood cat whose decided the spirit is not a foe.]

Chime, [she holds up her amber slice the spirit's way,] some of the other people and me thought there might be another one of you a little further up the tree... but we can't get up there, there's too many rocks clogging up the hole. [She casts a cautious glance towards the center of the trunk, still blue-lit at this point by the sorrowful lifestream.]

Take a listen here, maybe you can tell it that we're trying to figure out a way to open the hole up?