Ankyra Sound I'll bring thunder, I'll bring rain.

She wasn't ready. Whatever the unnamed god saw in her would have to wait, possibly forever. Or maybe he was here only to plant the seed. 

Tulok stared at the ball of shaking, weak, girl. She could be free from all of that, but it would have to be her choice. He couldn't force the life of the druids on anyone, nor would he want to. Followers were more loyal when it was their choice to join. 

If you decide you want to stop being afraid, come find the speaker of Blackwater. The demon would turn and walk back into the rain to make his way back to the island. He wondered how long it would take the weak child to yearn for something more.