Ankyra Sound port of call

the wolf stared with eyes that shone brightly from the darkness. pale and blue like a morning sky. a childlike glimmer gave life to the dull cast of ignorance in his gaze.

in him, she saw rebirth.

a living revenant. a man who would see the world as a child again, with new eyes yet untainted by false words and false gods. a pure soul gifted to the druids, if only the listener could reach out and grasp it like plucking ripe fruit from a tree bent by the weight of it.

she need only find his name. she felt she must know it; she must have heard it somewhere among the spirit-whispers. she prayed silently for truth in her words.

veran. you have found the druids.