The Druid's Master
The tension in the air was too high, but Darius didn't dare to resign and leave the place. It didn't matter if he could barely breathe from the glares of these people; he wouldn't leave Nicholai in their company on his own either. These women were dangerous, and Darius would kick a fuss if he had to.
In the waiting room was a strange collection of people. There was even a mangled girl standing in the middle. Road Sherwood had pretty much assembled what was left of the body that they had recovered near the village—that body that came with Lize. It was swept there along with the poor half-siren, but some parts had been chewed on by either the fish or the rocks.
By then, Griswold was trying to recover as many magic traces from the body for them to work with. After all, the girl was a druid—one that was more inclined to nature than to magic spells per se. Another druid was helping Griswold out, but her sharp eyes were on Darius.