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"Well, she doesn't really let people know that. I'm told that the ways of magic require attention at the oddest times" he explained as they approached the shaman's hut. Luckily for them, the shaman's apprentice, a young male, came over to them. 

"If you've come to see the shaman, she'll be available in just a min-"

"I'll see the druid now" an older female, perhaps 17 years of age, approached the three of them. Her red hair was streaked with lines of white, and it looked as if she hadn't cut it in over a year. She had once been quite attractive, and there were some signs of her once-fine physique, but she was clearly past her prime. Her emerald-green skin was marked by red tattoos all over, and while she wasn't exactly unhealthy, it looked as if years of practicing magic hadn't been kind on her. Perhaps it was more of a strain than she could take or much longer. 

"Airan, you're going to replace me in just a few years, so pay attention to what you see here today." She looked at Twig with her deep blue eyes, her black pupils being unusually large, as if she had just eaten a poisonous mushroom. Perhaps she had done so. "If you've come to learn from me, I must apologize. There isn't much I can teach you. Even from here I can see that you are easily more powerful than I am, or more powerful than I have ever been. My magic is mostly for healing and divination." 

Bredan saw Vox approach the village center, carrying the dire rats. He had promised to bring rats for a feast which was part of a shamanic ritual to divine the weather for the next month. Since he had failed to bring them back in time, the ritual had to be delayed. Now, they had all they needed. She briefly addressed the hunter, who she spied out of the corner of her eyes.

"Thank you, Vox. Just put them down by the fire. I'll handle the rest later. You can stay if you like; this outsider is a druid and you could learn much from him."