Neverwinter Forest Weeping willow

This woman was kind, or so he had decided in his youthful oblivion. She asked about Aunty Ariadne and the white man who had spoken. Pan wondered how he might pose this discovery, as he had not fully figured out the implications of it for himself. Life and death were so muddied in his mind and these spirits remained, they spoke to him! Death surely could not be so frightening, so hurtful.

He- He knew my parents. He said-

Pan looked fearfully toward the woman who listened. In his blissful walk had he not noted the marking of borders?

He said welcome to Moongrove.