Questions

I had thought my time was come to an end. I did not expect to add further to this work. The spirits have seen me through, yet again, so we press on. The manner of escape was not as I thought it may be though. Whatever the druids gave me seemed to sap my strength and smother my senses. Thankfully this peculiar group has come along and brought me freedom again. And more so, the spirits must have led me here to find them as their purpose aligns at least some with my own. This was not the kind of help I thought I would find though. One already admitted to being from another realm or land, though questioned when I called them of the Fey Realm. I have my doubts still. Perhaps it is just magic that runs deep through them and has distorted some?
The old woman smells the most of primal power. She seems kind and helpful. I would have asked the elder mother to forbade her from such a journey though if she were in our herd. Maybe her time has come and she sought to pass quietly on her own and found new company again? Or was a huntress in younger years and wishes to end with the honor of fighting to the last for her land or kin? Maybe she simply fell or became lost as the herd moved on? No sense in guessing. I will find time to speak with them at some point. They are as all the humans, always under the tyranny of urgent.
There is a druid among these. The elf seems to be of the lowest cast of the circles though. I would have guessed this Lucan would have known more about the corruption of their circles. Or had a contact at least to seek wisdom from? Maybe they did. Maybe if an elder druid didn't lead this one to stand against their elders...well perhaps a sign of great strength if done on their own? Elves seem to exemplify that though so I wouldn't be surprised. I wonder if that is because the reverie from a young age teaches them the folley of allowing the corrupt to lead. I will have to watch the character of all of them...
Well...Maybe not Ronin. I like that one...whatever he is. He is simple and easy to figure out perhaps is why? Straightforward. I can stand by his side in battle with confidence I think, provided he hasn't done too much of their pong drinking. If we are forced into the storm that shouldn't be a worry though. I will have to ask as to his mother. Surely not a human? Perhaps one of the female dwarves took a human husband and he is what resulted? Oh the clans would not take kindly to that being common... They rarely part with anything, let alone of of their females of whom there are so few? Or maybe he was deformed at birth? Or his parents consumed the flesh of the troll or giants? Uhgh, the thought. We face the same problem and would guard against that jealously though if his mother was...
The Joragima spirit... I don't know what to make of that one. If not from the Fey Realm then where? Surely a creature of some primal magic also? It takes the form of the humans though. Maybe it is cursed and seeks to hide the affliction? Or it simply has to deal with the same looks and concerns from the humans for being so different. I suppose I would walk in the skin of another, if I could, when coming to the ten towns also. And surely the other is from the Fey if not that one? I have heard the stories of the awakened animals...and they mentioned one in the lake. They would surely have mentioned he was another of those then if so? It did seem slightly out of sorts or wavering in confidence over the loss of a tail. Perhaps it was taken in treachery instead of in the honor of battle though? I could see if it was done in a manner to bring shame as the Loxo of the Shaar were said to do for the greatest of betrayals.
 
Well...I will have to be patient I suppose. At least they seem to stand in the face of danger...Even when they should have been faster to run against that wyrm. I do wonder if that was the great white grandmother spoke of...it showed all the signs of age. And it did not seem as simple as the Frost Worm that took from our numbers... may their spirits be guided to rest...
So we pursue these druids who have turned to the darkness of this un-ending season. It seems like they follow some traces of information. I know not how they know who to trust among the humans or even each other. Or this old woman we have come to. She seems the be a questionable source and maybe even working against them judging by the comments about this Fenwin's tail. Yet she constantly offers help. Maybe she means the best. I feel like I still don't understand their culture. She certainly holds power though. The smell though is nearly more than I can handle, even breathing through my mouth. It feels as it I need to wash my trunks out with lavender or rose water after this. Not even the rotting carcass of the fallen smell this foul. You figure the group here even would notice and yet they seem hardly bothered. I find I can hardly keep from coughing.
And we are going to stay here? Are they afraid to tell her no? Is it safer here? Is this how they came from the Feywild through this place of magic? It is awfully warm in here. I would rather dig into the snow and sleep outside but I don't want to be disrespectful after they have just surely led me to my freedom again. We will endure. I owe at least that to the lot of them. I'm not sure if we will be able to sleep with this stench though. Goodness, Bommel grant us the peace of your hill this night and aid us in recognizing danger approaching from afar.
 
That sword...I shall have to inquire about that further. The spell weavers rarely came this far but perhaps it is their work? They mentioned the dark dwarves...Perhaps they have found a rare mineral and they smelt a thing of evil into a feel bent toward darkness? It seemed such.
The statue I need to commit to memory as well if that is the abomination the druids worship. Goat legs, Ram horns, Owl features... Another twisting of beasts...And they question me when I bring up the fey...I swear if bleeds over and the crossings have become more numerous sense the twin worlds were torn and their gods walked the earth. It seems to change even the humans with so many more showing signs of power such as this nan. sigh... Change is not always bad... Mora, May we stand solid in the face of the continued storm...