Maokai stares at the young boy oddly. It's rare he sees people enter the Treeline if not summoned, let alone one so willing to approach him.
"I don't know who you are, but I can tell you this-- war has brought nothing good to this land. It has damaged the once beautiful landscape, killed plantlife, and brought about abominations like me."
He doesn't even flinch saying that.
"Even under these wretched summoners' "control", they still cannot fully comprehend what they are doing to the world around them. If they do not stop, the world they have come to know it will end. How deeply do I despise them, then? With every fiber of bark, with every twisted root, with every horrid second I exist."