Blackwater Islands A martini. Shaken, not stirred.

Tulok listened quietly as the acolyte spoke. What he knew was vague, based on the man's assumptions drawn from what he had seen around him. The speaker was not disappointed; Arashi seemed perceptive, which was a good quality to have. 

After a few moments of thought, the demon stopped and turned to the acolyte. I can tell you the secrets of the druids, train you in our ways. he raised an eyebrow. But, we must get one thing out in the open. His tone was dangerously serious. As an acolyte in blackwater, you are expected to defer to those above you, most importantly, me, your speaker, and above me, the listener. If you cannot abide by this rule, then I will escort you from the island. Tulok watched the other man's face while he laid out his stipulations. He would not offer the secrets of the druids to someone he did not trust to follow one of their most basic rules.