The Druid Looks for Life

Jaekob Faolan walks about the darkened land, the burned trees and earth inanimate, dead. There was no life in this area, once overrun by lush forests and bushes.

Jaekob Faolan kneels and pushes his palm against the hardened ground. He sighs and mumbles low to himself,  "No sign of life... even the earth is dead." He lifts his hand to smell the ash that covered the area and his nose flared as the smell of sulphur overtook him.

Jaekob Faolan digs his fingers into the ground and swallows hard when even inches down, there is nothing but hard earth bereft life's energy.

The Druid Looks for Life

Jaekob Faolan stands and makes his way back to his cottage and moves toward his desk. He quickly grabs his quill and pens a short message on a piece of parchment.

Jaekob Faolan: "Xella," the missive begins. "Can you come to Calenhad. I would talk with you more about the Demon... to make sure I have knowledge of everything you know." And he folds the parchment and dipping his seal into melted wax, he affixes it to the fold.

Jaekob Faolan's voice came out loud and clear, "Guard," he says, his face barren of any expression. "Take this to Xella forthwith. It is of the utmost import." And as the guard leaves, he begins to pace about, chewing on his lower lip