Duck Lake kind of wishing that i never did saturday

“Nein,” he said in a familiar accent that made Druid’s left eye twitch.

Do you know Mahler, then? Druid asked, noting the man’s continued discomfiture but unable to persist in identifying him. Were you part of Rivenwood a few years ago? You must’ve been, if you remember Bracelet…

Even as she questioned him, she continued plumbing her own memories. She caught a faint whiff of rain, the distant grumble of thunder, and she grasped at them. Yet nothing more came to Druid, so she looked to the stranger, waiting for him to fill in the blanks.