Return to temple hill
A tough looking pixie, if there is a such thing, descends from the upper foliage of the nearby tree. He floats next to the dryad with arms crossed like a disapproving nanny and wears an unimpressed glower on his face.
"I am here. Although I don't see any sense in alerting anyone to the passage of these. Just follow the explosions and scent of charred greenery." He frowns not at all happy about the damage to the surroundings.
"Still, at least their intentions seem well placed if not their sense for proper engagement."
This message was last edited by the player at 00:49, Thu 19 Nov 2020.