Dragoncrest Cliffs satyros

When Mireille herself appeared, looking different but the same, Druid gasped and immediately began crying again. Mindless of the borders, she ran toward her friend. Mireille was much faster and closed the distance for them, pulling the sobbing girl close.

She clutched at Mireille, overjoyed that her friend had made her way home in one piece. Druid felt wretched for burying her face in that familiar fiery ruff and soaking Mireille with her tears. Slowly, she regained control of herself and leaned away.

I’m so happy to see you, she said thickly, swiping at the moisture dripping from her eyes and nose. Druid laughed tearfully, then shook her head, face gone ashen as she whispered, Rivenwood was raided. Heda thinks our—our whole family c-could be dead…