Blackwater Islands sylvan

in the space between her pronouncement and his rejoinder, the listener took careful measure of the acolyte. he seemed to consider her words, his own chosen carefully when he next spoke. many things were left unsaid.

the prophet nodded in silent approval of cerulean's chosen mate. he would serve the druids. and perhaps in time, he would prove useful.

good. the rank of acolyte has been granted to you out of respect for cerulean's rank, but your position here is unique. you have not chosen to become a druid, not yet, perhaps. you will be allowed to work among the initiated, provided you do not seek to learn our secrets. perhaps you would be interested in the work of the thaumaturges, our warriors and protectors. occultists work with prayers and hymns; alchemists with herbs and poisons. any of these paths is open to you.

and should you ever decide to become one of the initiated, i can perhaps offer you a position directly under your mate. a silencer; but would ego be suited to such work?