Ocean's Breath Plateau give me a scotch, i'm starving

the stranger sat quietly, though his eyes evinced some trepidation. relaxing in a small way, lasher glanced over the man -- he was a smooth, hale sort, perhaps well-fed in these trying times. "from where do you come?" the druid asked quietly. however, though his tone was inviting, lasher was wary -- why did this man watch donnelaith, and must he be driven away?