Noctisardor Bypass the longships

Before them was a veritable smorgasbord of slugs. Druid gasped and blinked owlishly, two-toned eyes bouncing from one to the next, noting the glistening trails they left on the stone. Her gaze then flicked up to Mahler, who was looking at Bracelet. Druid looked at the snake too, raising her forepaw to give the little serpent a better view.

But Bracelet only squeezed gently, still sleepy from her earlier meal. It would be some time before she needed to feed again, not that Druid knew this. Forked tongue flickered out almost sleepily as the snake remained latched to the source of heat, which would assist in her digestion.

Guess she’s not hungry, Druid murmured, putting her foot back on the ground and looking to the Graf. But I’ll bring her back here, she said to herself as much as to Mahler or Bracelet.

She stared at the gathering of slugs for a long moment before seeking the patriarch’s attention again. What else? she asked, keen for him to show her the next wonder of nighttime in Rivenwood.