The Tangle cling to his chest, home to his heart full of pride

worked out perfectly for my own break!

His gaze follows where she gestures.

The pack north.

The sights west.

He once more finds himself further entranced by the words she speaks. A collection of islands. Seemingly as different as the mainland. There is some desire to see this place, to see more of what they have. But once more he finds himself out of his realm. Diplomacy and sight seeing wasn't his job.

You are a druid, though? Splitting off from the islands to sight see?