Having helped the dwarf warrior haul some hydra skin back earlier, the druid had retreated to somewhere quiet.
The druid continues to meditate in solitude. He is unaware of the events in the hall but is aware the others are eating a meal together.
If hunger finds him again he has a couple of steaks wrapped nearby.
Sheyra..don't be frightened. Fight it.. fight it
He holds the tooth dangling around his neck and exhales.
As he rests the green ley lines start to from before his eyes and he feels stronger and more connected with the land. The exertions of the hunt and journey over the last few days strengthening him and adding on to his druidic ability.
He slowly falls into trance
[pmed you DR. bob]