No cutting down the trees. We don't need firewood, it's a waste...[There's a breathy hiss, and she is not happy. He'd feel that much. Defend! Defend plants, no need to damage, don't need wood, not desperate enough for food. Need tress to hide in. Don't take more than you need... Just fae things]

Isn't there already land for people to farm on who don't have their own space?