Blackwater Islands sylvan

the lackluster nature of his greeting was not lost on the prophet, who took pride in cultivating each druid to her standards — however long it took. for now, she withheld judgment; cerulean had seen worth in him, so the listener would be patient and trust the judgment of her speaker.

ego, she greeted coolly. i understand you are here at the behest of my speaker. it is time we discussed the terms of your stay. while you live on these islands, you must abide the culture of the druids. i will not ask you to become a druid or swear an oath. but all residents of the blackwater islands are under my command... and those who are not ill or injured must choose a role, and contribute. there is always a choice here; if these terms are unacceptable, perhaps you may find the sound preferable to the islands. it lies just beyond the bridge of souls, and would enable convenient visitation for so long as cerulean remains my speaker.

if you find my terms agreeable, we can discuss your role among the druids.