Blackwater Islands everglade

a dark sky churned moodily above the islands. blinding flickers of lightning illuminated the land, revealing in jilted frames the lone silhouette of the listener as she traversed the druids' grove. yet unaware of the efforts of her speaker, but holding suspicions that they must exist nonetheless, the prophet sought @The Nameless acolyte. she had been away for far too long to monitor his progress to her own satisfaction; now it was time to find out what still needed to be done to make him a druid.