So, I guess I understand why chopping down quest trees and chipping quest stones is a thing for those that actively pvp (or just want to troll, I guess). But still... my poor quest quince. What did she ever do to deserve this murder? Many a time I'd head out to greet her at some other trees behest, or bring her some squirrel, or raid an anthill for her and then come back to tell her of my adventures while eating one of her fruits and resting in her shade.
And now... now, she is gone. Her voice, once a gentle whisper on the wind, shall never be heard again. Hearthlings truly can be such cruel creatures.
Farewell, sister quince. I'll plant a successor where you once stood. And since your murderer left your stump and your shorn trunk behind, I'll use them to build something in your memory.