Diplomacy with a tree

Alfie's eyes darted nervously over the thick blanket of trees in front of them. They had separated from the other group the previous day and had spent most of this day riding, until they finally came across the land of Junipers people. 

If the sudden surge of vegetation, like they had hit a literal wall of trees, wasn't enough to give it away they even had themselves a little sign. It was a fancy sign, detailing the name 'Bo'Garen'. 

However at a quick glance it was clear that the sign was not made for the community that now lived here, nor by them, but was instead a remnant of the old world. The sign hung in the air, topping a metal archway, and was formed of fancy swirling lettering made from gold, or more likely a gold plated metal. 

The sign wasn't complete. There were gaps in the letters, sections either overgrown by the new inhabitants or simply collapsing due to the chaos of the new world's arrival.