The sounds of the woodland, rather the absence thereof, noted to the young druid that something was off. Perhaps at first he thought it to be the power the dragonborn invoked, whatever strange source it came from was tinged with aspects of darkness; not malevolent, as their entire exchanged would be even more different, but almost as though it were a spirit of some sort, something from beyond and the other side. This however was not the case, for when the conversation lulled, the young woman chiming in with her sincere thanks, that unusual lack was decidedly different and not related to what he believed before. No, it was instead something else, subtly familiar in a way that was only an inkling rather than explicit understanding

Looking over his shoulder some, eyes scouring the leaves of the forest's edge, the approach the beast of a man found was a welcome change. A band of firbolgs, the same that dwelled in a village none too far from this place and a people highly attuned - even more than he or the elves that claimed these forests - to nature's very whim. It was a breath of relief, particularly after Baron Caerziros' very forward concerns.

"As difficult as it might be to believe, the contrary, friend." Lorenthar shared one last look to the elegant drake and the rest of the company, turning to face the lead of the firbolg scouts, "These outsiders fought against the corruption..."

The druid approached them, being mindful to let the towering figures move freely about the thick grass and plentiful stocks of fruit and vegetable this reclaimed dwelling had sprung up with in its owners absence.

"... however, I am certain you can imagine why my spirit seems somber and my heart looking for answers."