Arvos and I hoof it to the closest camp. There are 3 tall-ish hooded figures hunched over a fire, and two dogs sit nearby. Wait, are those dogs? This doesn’t feel right – those are hyenas. I know druids are weird hippies, but hyenas as pets? That feels a bit, I dunno, ominous. Like “Hey, […]

To the Wickerman Fest! At this point, a bit of a weird druid party sounds not bad, and besides, I bet there’s some good drink to be had. It’s held in the ruins of Scarlet Moon Hall, which is a bit East of that little town where we fought that damn giant water snake. Still […]