Donny was walking through town to check on everyone when he spotted an odd sight. A handful of druids were in town; normally they stayed away in their own conclaves, coming only during emergencies and even then, not in such big numbers like this. Something must be going on. Donny, along with the Elder, approached the group. [color=firebrick]"Wiress Lumeria. What brings you into Wayward?"[/color]

An older women dressed in ragged furs adorned with feathers, bones, and berry-based pigments turned to Donny with a grim look. "We have sensed new winds on the horizon. It's flow disrupts the natural order... Or rather, it comes to change the stagnant air that has permeated for so long." Always with the riddles, though Donny had a good idea of what this woman was talking about. Surely it was no coincidence that there is a "new wind" around the same time he's escorting these strangers somewhere.

[color=firebrick]"I see. Though I take it that since you're here with your coven, that's ain't a good thing?"[/color] The women nodded her head. She looked towards the others who brought forth the mangled remains of a deer. Except it wasn't mangled as if it was torn away by monsters, but some sort of sickening, grotesque fetish of flesh and bones. Donny wondered why they brought it here. "A dark effigy. Flesh Horrors. A maligned influence from the fey has come to investigate, balance, and interfere with this new influence. Something far greater than what I can stop. You, young man... Hmm... Yes, I can sense that you're more involved than the others here. I will not ask further, but I have a request. Please, take these." The old woman then handed Donny a bag. Inside of the bags were stiff leafs.

"Your fate is intertwined with the tides of change. Even though you are but a leaf in the wind, you will go further than anyone else. Take these Snapleafs. You know what they are, and what you must do with them. They may help you on your journey." Donny looked at the woman wide-eyed. These were magical objects; snapping one of these leafs made one into the wind itself, allowing them to fall from a great height without danger as well as turning invisible for a short duration. Just one of these was expensive enough to support a farm like Donny for years. And how he had a bag full. He carefully closed it and put it away, bowing his head to the druid. [color=firebrick]"Thank you, Wiress Lumaria. I understand... But what will you do now?"[/color]

The elderly woman turned to her coven and with a wave of her hand, they dispersed. "These are dangerous times. Not only due to the greed of men, but this eldritch influence as well. Neither the village of Wayward, nor my clan, will survive the coming times on our own. So we must work together, for just a chance to survive." Donny wasn't so sure about that. The village and the druids were able to work so well together because they were often separate; the lifestyle of Wayward was outright blasphemous to the Druids, and the druids themselves have showed no issues using their magic powers to enforce their point. While he could understand the necessity of working together for survival, Donny wondered who exactly will they be protecting themselves from?

Didn't really matter to Donny. As much as he liked Wayward, soon this place was just going to be a memory to him. He doesn't have the time to stick around and try to fix everything, or else he'd be an old man before he'd ever reach the city. Without another word he bowed his head to the Wiress and left to find the others. It's about time they all left anyways.