Totoka River no direction but a faith in her decision

another follower gained as easily as the words were uttered, yet the listener knew this was only a budding beginning. the sprout of new life was precious, yes, but held none of the stability of the ancient gnarled trunk of a proud oak. she would tread carefully, and tend the faith of her acolytes closely.

especially this one. the silent one. the stormborn.

whatever you will give, the wolf of many names intoned. i am listener. prophet of druids. what will druids call you, stormborn?