Noctisardor Bypass who the hell is edgar?

The unfamiliar howl of Druid rang out, and John followed, leaving whatever it was he was doing at the time. He trotted briskly towards the sound, as it was the best way for him to get around, being that he wasn’t all too familiar with Rivenwood and its locations.

Once he came upon a river which wrapped around part of a giant boulder, he slowed to a walk. He looked for the dark colored woman, and when he spotted her, he took steps towards her, a swish of his tail in greeting: ”Good morning, Druid. To what do I owe the pleasure?”