Traitors?
Roland was rather surprised.
The wind in the sky roared ten meters above him, but blocked by the tall wall and the trees, it had been reduced to a gentle breeze when it reached him.
Sejuani's eyes had been focused on Roland. She said, "I don't know where you heard the name, from your bloodline subconsciousness or from your compatriots, but I'm warning you. You must not explore the meaning of that name any further."
"I'm not interested in the secrets of the elves." Roland nodded and said, "I just want to know what abilities the Arcane Windrunner and the Destructive Druid have."
Roland was so blunt that almost everybody else frowned at once, except Andonara.
"You only want to know… their power?" Sejuani put on a subtle expression.
Roland nodded.
For the players, power did not represent anything.
Even the evilest power couldn't be as evil as the Warlocks who played fire of feces, which was too disgusting.
