Botique
The gathering will be in a few hours. She will be there. He must further prepare.
The Dryads shivered; they were all mature enough to enter among humans. The Dryad who had died had been powerful even though she was young. For a long time, they had thought about who would first greet and lead the savage female wolf. Nydraid Quercus had volunteered for that with a bright smile while they had shied away. Preferring to serve the drinks to the she-wolves rather than her.
“What will we say to Elder Mau?”
“What can we say? That the last sapling from her fiftieth Dryon had been killed by a god?”
“Even if we say it what can we do?”
“We wait until the gathering. Everything will be sorted by then. Our duty is to guard the forests, marshes, and all wildlands in the main realm.”
“So why would we drug a wolf and not just any wolf but that wolf?”
“Arcardin! Things that should be said already has been said, things that should not be said should continue being unvoiced!”