"Malady, malady, malady"!
"Thank the gods you survived that fateful encounter"!
The back of Milks hand touches his forehead as he sighs.
The white and blue world that was broken only minutes ago is back and rolling around.
Heela ignores the young man, and finds the druids who came out of the hull.
"What happened"?
Hager of the Ash Otr son looks at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Sylph did not break those runes".
Her words are followed by the multitude of Druids surrounding Hager and Ulf-Son, turning to look at her.
"Even da witch knows it ta be true"!
"Ya can neva, neva trust those like da Sylph brooda"!
The eyes that stare down the human mages give them chills, they don't know what the druids are talking about, but it does not bode well.
"Snot rye, broodas".
"Aye, there be dark fouling around us, but I will not kill the wrong man... or woman".
Heela shakes her head at Hagers words.
