Blackwater Islands Who am I?

The boy silently answered his questions. For now, I will call you acolyte. That is your rank here while you learn. When you have earned it, I will gift you with a name. His tone didn't suggest that he needed any hint of acceptance from the silent wolf; this was how it would be.

I am the speaker; I am allowed to tell you our secrets, but you are not allowed to tell anyone of them. The listener is your leader and prophet; she leads all the druids under the edict of the unnamed god. He paused to ensure the boy had time to process everything. 

We consider you a druid on a probationary basis. If I sense you are not willing to learn our ways, then you will no longer be welcome here. He looked to the acolyte, his face stern and cold. There was no room for argument or question, not that the silent wolf could voice any if he had them. 

You must never betray a fellow druid; this will also strip you of your welcome here. He looked over the acolytes face. Are you able to follow these rules?