Thank you. Trying to find the right feel for a slightly deranged druid-turned-wisp in text form is hard :)
Molly tried to converse with the druid-wisp. It continued to talk in its echo-y voice about orcs and witches, and it made her slightly uncomfortable. After all, she was a witch, and Mawj was a...well, he was something orc-like. The druid-wisp didn't seem to attach its animosity towards them, though, so perhaps it was fine.
The druid-wisp told a story of thousands of orcs invading this swamp, and the druids of the Council using all the magic and natural knowledge at their disposal to turn the hordes away. In desperation, the Council sacrificed their natural forms to take on the forms of the swamp's native protectors, the fey will-o-wisps, eventually using the wisp powers and their knowledge to drive the orcs and their masters away. The cost was great, with only a few members of the council surviving, trapped in the wisp form forever. Mossmoon was now the only druid left, his mind not quite up to the strain of all he had experienced.
When they reached the circle, Storn pointed out the menhir to Molly, even as his bloodshot eyes searched the circle. He noted a number of footprints, and a small boot with a foot still in it sticking out from under one of the fallen stones. The boot looked to be about the right size for a dwarf. There were also signs of a small skirmish, though there were no bodies.