"I don’t know," Riska said, frowning. After a few moments deep in thought, he shook his head. "Druids and elves are both getting weaker. Their secrets will likely die with them as well. Not a lot people remember their stories anymore. I only know about the two races because of the few books that recorded their history. I know their artifacts. This isn’t one of them."
"How could you know?"
"There would be a sign," Riska said, pointing to the sky.
"Interesting," Anfey said, frowning. "Is Bruzuryano that powerful?"
"He’s an Arch-Druid and is hundreds of years old," Riska said. "What do you think?"
"Alright," Anfey said, nodding. He didn’t know anything about artifacts, and he did not have the time to read about them. However, he knew how to use the leaf. As long as he had the leaf, no one could find them, but he could find anyone. Bruzuryano must have found them using the leaf as well.
