Noctisardor Bypass the longships

The Graf led her toward a solitary tree growing apart from the many others in Rivenwood. It was young, slender and supple. It made her think of her old stick, since chewed to pieces and discarded by one of the adults. But her attention didn’t linger on it for long, not when Mahler drew her focus down to the incredible creature snugly curled near its roots.

Druid stared, eyes wide in the dark. Never mind feeding it to her familiar; this slug could eat Bracelet! She was utterly fascinated by the sight, her ears quivering minutely to register the fittingly grandiose name Mahler bequeathed the behemoth of a slug.

The patriarch gave her several moments to study the glistening yellow organism before he drew away. Druid stepped after him, only reluctantly tearing her gaze form the königinmutter, looking beyond Mahler to the palely moonlit stack of stones.