Noctisardor Bypass Blasé and lucky tonight,

Druid felt rather poorly this afternoon after vomiting not once but twice. Yet as soon as the queasiness settled somewhat, she made her way to the borders for a routine midday patrol. They were often uneventful, though that suited her.

Today’s was not as boring as others. She reached the southwestern fringes of the bypass just in time to see a stranger turn and stride away. Druid watched him for a moment, prepared to let him go on his merry way. She assumed he was simply a passerby heeding the scent markers.

But then something niggled at her and she raised her voice slightly to call out, Hello! Can I help you?