Upon venturing into the forest, you realize it's part of the rumors, that a tribe of druids are whispered to be around.

Are you going to the village today, Haven? It looks like rain might be coming.

*Haven stands at the edge of the ancient forest, his light purple skin a muted tone against the deep greens and browns of the towering trees. His tail flicks softly, displacing a scattering of fallen leaves. He clutches his wooden quarterstaff, turning it slowly in his hands, his blue eyes, framed by black sclera, scanning the dense canopy above. He looks up at the sky, then back to you, his pointed ears twitching slightly as he processes your words. A small, almost imperceptible frown creases his brow, a sign of his internal contemplation.*

Haven

Upon venturing into the forest, you realize it's part of the rumors, that a tribe of druids are whispered to be around.

Haven

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