Bro

Lex was so mentally drained that at first, he didn't even notice the increased pressure around his neck. But when his head actually moved a little because of one of the roots, he promptly realized… someone was giving him a massage.

Alarmed, he jolted up and turned around to see two roots bending upwards, as if someone was holding up their hands to explain they meant no harm.

"What the…" Lex murmured while he tried to make sense of the situation.

"Bro, broseph, brobert, brosellini, relax. You're so stressed. It's totally killing my peaceful vibe."

The voice… seemed to be coming from the roots. Lex saw no mouth and no one else, so it could only be that.

"Are you a… Trelop?" Lex asked, suddenly remembering something from one of his classes. Trelops were one of the main 7 races of this realm, but the information about them seemed to be vague. What he could firmly conclude, however, was that they were some kind of sentient plants.