Augustine: Song weaver, self-proclaimed Life Skiller. Brings people together with the power of good food.
After we showed Ariknol the picture of Dru, he got this gob smacked look on his face, that I can only describe as dreamy. So, we managed to get him to her cave.
He is strutting around like someone half, no, three times younger than what he is. I can see that he is righting his trimmed beard every so often and taking the time to slick back his hair.
"I think they'll hit it off," I say, and Dean nods.
"Yes, well, he could have taught us a thing or two," I swat him over the head. Ariknol turns to look our way.
"Using violence is never the answer," he says, and all nod along. He is just about to begin telling us about the good old days, for the nth time this evening, when Dru comes running out of her chamber.
