Blackwater Islands entropy

bridget answered honestly; the listener had no reason to doubt it, for the answer she gave was easily believed. wolves were such fragile vessels; astara had taught her the truth of that. the raven queen had given every appearance of possessing untouchable power, yet in the end death had taken her all the same. it was not strength of spirit that decided such matters; it was the will of the unnamed god.

the dark one, bridget said. the listener pondered that, and her question. the druids serve the unnamed god foremost, but our god demands that we serve the needy as well. the weak and injured, the ill, the outcasts. many wolves have come to us already, each with a different ailment. some were battered by the sea, others injured by fellow wolves... some had simply lost the will to live. if i am to serve them, i need to know everything you can teach me.