The silence of the camp is filled by the flowing of the water of the stream, it bumps against the rocks providing a constant backdrop of white noise.
Darkness spreads as ink spreads on a blank white tapestry, brilliant stars and the bright crescent moon peak out from behind the rolling clouds.
I am a distance away from the escaped druids camp, the glow of the moon shines a dim pale light on my hands as the blood is washed from the crevices of my fingernails.
I just spent the last four hours tending to the wounded druids, a daunting task. I did what I could for them, the rest is up to them.
For my troubles, I got plenty of supplies, although meager in relativity to the treasures stored in my semeru.
The real prize is being able to study Druid physiology, they are amazingly tenacious in every sense of the word.
Their blood is much thicker, coagulation happens near instantly when the scarred tissue is pressed together.
