The eerie mist from the mountain is foreboding as it descends into the rivers below.
Bugs signaled the coming of night by silencing their chirping and clicking.
The song of the druids is a stark contrast to the elements.
They have been singing with their deep voices and drinking their strong liquor for two whole moons now.
Haba, Hager and Durin-son can hear the songs of their brethren from their torn galley miles away.
Instead of rowing south they followed the rivers bend west and found boats from the human haven all the way to the Jagged Edge shore.
As they rowed they could see the drunk merry faces of their brethren singing on their galleys.
Something that is frowned upon by the older druids but they could be seen tipping a galley over at times as they stumble on their grey beards.
"Ya think they did away with Oskana" Hager asked with a bright smile on his face.
