Overture Downs i'm lucky to love something that loves me.

He listened attentively, making a note of the description of goldenseal. He would be certain to keep an eye out for it, and told her as much.

They walked ahead before the druid picked up their earlier topic of trades, inquiring as to which trade he saw himself pursuing. He hummed thoughtfully, his mouth pursing as he considered her question. "I'm not sure," he admitted. "I haven't put much thought into it." Perhaps he would make a good counselor, for he possessed a unique sense of optimistic logic, and always had an ear to listen to those around him. Perhaps he would excel at manning the borders as a warden.

Not able to come up with an answer, he flipped the question on her. "What do you think?" He lifted his brows. "Is there anything you'd like to see me pursue?"