Jade Fern Grove tronkova

after meeting druidin, sometime later he decided the children were not so bad. it did not mean he didn’t submit many subjects into his mental centrifuge to conclude on someone to blame. gingerly he peeked thru the leaves where he knew the children had yet to leave.

maybe he will join their rendezvous. “zu vor mir,” he crisply said to no one. no one at all. he nearly misses mahler had left the bypass with a girl sämling. a bulb-flash smile as he remembers hunting with the graf what felt like a lifetime ago.

after asking the graf if he could approach the girl in the fen, “hallo.”