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

He wonders, despite his hesitancy on dipping toes into relations, if this collection of druids might have aid for the Rise.

Yet his ego refuses to bring it up or dare even think about it longer than those few seconds. Surely the others would have the same feelings. Wouldn't they? Or was his ego something that hindered them?

All of it, He grunted in response, a small motion for her to follow him through the tangle if she cared to. He'd grow fidgety if he stood too long here.

Do you have any knowledge of battle? Do you have fighters among your druids?