Silverman steps up and holds up a piece of slate upon which he has written
As a guest of the council, I Silvermane, Druid and keeper of the Source of Water am present to be an advisor to The Chief Defender.
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Silverman had followed Phoenix back from Hopespring and chuckled as the chiken had rushed off as if on an important mission towards Sanctuary. He knelt and glanced over the wolves and nodded. looking at Ovril he wrote on a piece of paper These young wolves were trained to attack. its not a good thing. They would have attacked the first thing they came across unless they were directed to attack someone in particular, usually by scent directive. Did they come right at you folks? If so someone doesnt want you investigating....
The Druid smiled when he saw Halgra and nodded at her question. His hands began to weave through the air in the hand sign language of the mute and deaf.
At the Temple- The Mute Druid looked at Rory and Rydell standing in the hall with an Acolyte and further down the hall saw Ovril standing looking at a harrow deck. Inside the room Shell was wiping the aged half orcs brow with a damp cloth and talking in soothing tones. Rydell told Silverman of what Shel had said about the symptoms and the Druid frowned. He understood right enough, but making his thoughts known was more difficult. He pulled out a pen and paper and wrote on it And you say magic makes it worse? Tyari and I dont see Eye to Eye, so its no wonder I wasnt brought in sooner. I may be able to soothe her pain and buy her some time, but herbs wont heal something like this. I have not yet gained enough connection with the Earthmother to be able to reincarnate her if she passes yet. We will have to look for something more powerful perhaps Agrit will have information of an item we can find that may help her if we can buy her enough time.
Silvermane walks up to where Rory and Thistle are, lead by the Chicken Phoenix, and he nods at Rory, who knows the suspected Druid, cannot speak.
Silverman watched Rory and Thistle near the spring, preparing for cleaning and he smiled. He kept his distance but appreciated the bond between Halfling and Wolf. He had a bond like that once...with a Firepelt Cougar...once, before, a lifetime ago. He had been left for dead by Orc Raiders in the Ghostlight Marsh, though then it had been known as The Marsh of Thorns. When his kindred had made the sacrifice to drive off the Orcs, he had survived and took his knowledge with him to Trunau, where portents showed he would be needed. Since then his magics had come in handy several times to defend the town. Though he hadnt felt these attacks were what the portents pointed to. He touched the scaron his neck that had taken his vocal cords. and sighed. he would have liked to talk with the pair, but...it wasnt to be. He knelt by the spring and let water and sand run between his fingers as he looked into the springs depths, the waterfall splashing on his shoulder. If the town only knew what he guarded.... |