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Esil'dar's smile faded as Merlyn expressed his frustration to his behaviour, despite the rather honest gesture he had given the old man, hoping that he understood.

He turned fully to the wizard and gave the man a rather direct gaze. "Merlyn, do not act as if you hadn't known the price. Me and some of the Archdruids still consider you a friend, however the conditions upon which you would use those gems were rather clear." - he paused and looked between the two before nodding. "Yes. Take my hand." - he would stretch it out for them.

When both of them would touch it, they would suddenly greatly gain in speed, flying through trees and bushes as if they were ethereal until eventually they would stand in front of the World Tree, near a great black warrioresque statue.

"Here is where he appeared and spoke to Netura, speaking about his desire to consume the World Tree. Feel free to investigate this place as long as you wish. We have no inkling of where he had disappeared to." - the Druid would then move over to one of the giant roots and lean upon, puffing onto his pipe.

(( Pretty busy lately, sorry if I'm not quite as active as I once was.

After several minutes, the Archdruid seemed to appear from the woods at a terrible speed, leaving behind a blurred image of himself until finally his form abruptly stopped no more than a few steps in front of them. This art is known as Leywalking among the elves, but most of the other races which had seen an elf perform this mystical feat tend to call it the Elven Path and it was indeed a rather complicated part of Druidism.

Esil'dar seemed to create no air as he stopped, as if he was all but immaterial while moving along the Elven Path. Smiling, he nodded to Merlyn with an apologetic fondness, but said no more, for both parties understood where they stood and no words need be said. He turned to Josephine, letting out a puff of smoke. "Here I am, Josephine. Your voice sounded somewhat troubled and I see you've brought our mutual friend with you. What's the matter?"

After some time, Esil'Dar had come forth to stand before Josephine, smoking his pipe non-challantly with a rather dumb smile upon his face. One couldn't imagine this individual to be an Archdruid if not for the typical plant-like features.

He regarded the new arrival in silence and spoke only after creating a fine cloud of smoke. "We do not know what happened to Stagbrow nor where he is, I'm afraid. However we do know for certain that he is a Druid no more and never will be. Merlyn is in the city of Lighton. If you are on a diplomatic mission as you say, I'm sure he'll speak to you."

The Druid grinned and let out his characteristic herbal smoke. "I welcome you to our lands as long as you have good intentions, stranger. Could I at least have your name?" - as an afterthought, the Druid made a hand sign indicating for the warrioress to wait as he extracted a board of chess, laying it infront of her and squatting down.

"Times are relatively peaceful, if we do not take account the vile plottings of Destra and our fallen brothers. So how about one?"

The Druid left the sword in place for the time being, even though he studied it extensively. Clearly, he had no intention to make haste.