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At sunrise a poor young boy makes his way through and out of the trolls bane, strolling down the road to pass the southern fields, soon approaching the western woods. His walk quick and agile, his fingers clenched around a parchment and his brown eyes wide open as he watches his surrounding intently. As soon as he is standing between some trees, looking back and forth he starts shouting into the echoing forest and continues his way while doing so. "Druid! I need a druid!!
Whoever is there in the forest, called a druid will receive the parchment the poor boy is holding in one hand. When unfolding it a shaky handwriting can be seen, yet the letters are scribbled upon the parchment rather huge and trail slowly off at the end of the message, leaving the text unsigned..

I need help from you...the druids, please! No hurry is needed since the heavy pain in my stomach is stopped for now, but the pain will come back and then i'm out of remedies. Send him back....to me...with a note...when you're....able to....be....here....by the lighthouse....

The small boy in the age of probably nine is munching an apple, which he brought up from the bag of his trousers, patiently waiting to get the reply.

Achae liked to walk near the forests, occasionally going to one she hadn't seen in awhile, by now knowing which are safe and which should be steered clear of. Not having enjoyed the western woods in quite awhile, she was curious if any changes as she walked fairly out of her way to see it knowing her friend would be willing to wait. Achae became distracted however having found a fairly large feather. With a puzzled look wondering where the feather came from as they looked much larger then most dove feathers she had seen, her gaze raises toward the woods looking deep in it's dark, cool depths before focusing on a small parchment attached to one of the trees. Unfolding it carefully in order not to tear it, the mystery of the feather completely forgotten as she turns first right the left calling out..

Hello? Hello? Did you leave a note for a Druid?

Waiting quite awhile calling out a number of times, she eventually gets out a pen not finding any more parchment, writes a note in precise handwriting at the bottom.

I am a Druid and will try to help. I will meet you at the lighthouse.
Achae

Quickly placing the note back in it's original position, the curiousity in her eyes apparent, Achae begins her walk toward the lighthouse.