I encourage you to re-plant and bring new life to the forests... or what remains of them. The raging inferno that blasts forth at my beck-and-call will not be satisfied unless there is much wildlife to be destroyed. Your paltry disfavour can not and certainly will not prevent me from incinerating your precious woodlands.
Every forest location in Avalon will now be nothing more than scorched earth until you remove your pitiful disfavour. The future of any and all forest growth lies in your hands, Pacifist.
Written by my hand on the 28th of Paglost, in the year 1245.