Noctisardor Bypass the longships

His words made her think again of what Skaigona had said: “I met a girl here. She smells like Mahler. She told me there were secrets in Rivenwood.” Druid wondered what Mahler knew of magic. He certainly knew many of Rivenwood’s secrets; he was revealing them to her one by one this very night.

Just like she planned to bring Bracelet back to the outcropping where the slugs gathered—Slugstone, she decided to call it—Druid made a note to return here another night with a gift, likely a berry, to find out the truth of the Graf’s words.

But for now, he enticed her attention with a story. No, she breathed in reply, eyes wide in the dark. One glowed almost neon, the other as dark as the night around them, but both brimmed equally with curiosity.