Ankyra Sound Witchsong

kinship. a fellow spirit-talker. perhaps an asset, or an enemy. eldritch, the listener's gaze swept over her, calculating. the scent of others was upon her dark coat. if you seek a purpose, there is one for you here. a witch would be welcome among the druids. ah, but this was no invitation into the lap of luxury; the listener asked much, and offered little, and would not lie in this.

but ours is a harsh life, and our secrets are not easily won. there is chaos in the world beyond our shores, chaos we must correct. sickly prey, sickly wolves. three lives rest in our care even now.

all of this, the listener told eldritch gravely. the witch must be made to understand. the druids needed her power.