Udolf looked into the king's sharp eyes, and he knew that he couldn't leave without giving him an answer.
But could the druid king swallow it?
Udolf recalled the perilous trial of Nimois ( mysterious people who are always on the move like gipsy of the earth), that he had taken to get here.
The maze of underground passages guarded by Taksha, the serpents' king, and watched by the sons of Uddor, was not a thing of tales.
So Udolf took a deep breath and decided to use the path of the tales' weavers.
He weaved a tale of his perilous journey through Mayavan woods, unaware of the fact that it would go down the annals of Glassia.
He recited his spine chilling experiences in the land of tree-giants. He told him about his deadly confrontation with Vrikshas, and his narrow escape.
