Saving Rivellon

It is natural and beautiful that a man should love his own sister.
Greetings all I am Sir Lora, with my trusty stead Quercus. I am a doctor of the finest calibre, healing my clients of their aliments with my miraculous cures, do not listen to those who critcise me, I am not a charlatan, they do not comprehend my many years of medical expertise, learning from Apollo himself. Throughout my years as a doctor I have cured individuals through miraculous treatments, such as healing Thor's Goats, extracting the bullet wound from Roosevelt and curing numerous patients. Together we exist to save all of Rivellon from the giant acorn which threatens to crush all of the giant races, isn't that right Quercus?. These giant races are Dwarves, Lizardmen, Humans, Elves and all categorically sentient large factions. The Great Acorn will, it will destroy the world, and squirrels will reign supreme forever. I normally as a squirrel wouldn't be so opposed to this idea, however, I have seen what the worshippers of the magic acorn, known as the Knights of Drey are capable of. You know their order, my friend. Mystic squirrel knights, sworn to the Great Acorn, trying to bring about its return. Do you think giants understand chivalric orders? Can they conceive of honour? Of faith?
How to explain it Quercus? Oh Quercus, I am not talking down to it! Quite literally the opposite, in fact. I just worry it won't treat a group of mystic squirrel knights forming a doomsday cult dedicated to ending the world with a giant acorn with the seriousness it deserves. Oh very well Quercus, I will explain to the shield who these Knights of Drey are. They are foul sorcerers, who use necromancy and dastardly magic, Quercus and I have witnessed it ourselves, and we will do all we can to repel their dastardly deeds. That is why I have appointed you, members of my expedition as my shields. Your task is to protect me from harm, as I make my way to the giant acorn and save all of Rivellon form impending disaster. Well well, this is a fine sight. Utterly barbaric, of course. Destroying a tree and turning it into a boat? Grotesque. But well, look at it, Quercus! A floating nest, surrounded on all sides by salt water, pure poison to a tree's roots. The Great Acorn could never reach us here. Well yes, of course we'll continue our research, Quercus, we're not monsters.