Blackwater Islands Another drink down the drain

the listener bowed her head in acknowledgement of the words spoken by bridget and the speaker. the pale queen stood silent, a looming sentinel behind the druids. the listener's features were solemn when she next looked upon the new acolyte.

my druids remember little of what transpired. we had already begun our rite, which calls for the consumption of the sacred berries, when the violence began. we know only that the stormborn, the one you struck, has gone to the unnamed god, this she explained softly, her words weighted yet calm. i have given morgana the task of watching over you to ensure this does not happen again.

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