Druids Hollow Chonk Purple someone had to protect the

someone had to protect the children

The Rat King of Pellon City quickly learned that the first to betray was the last to live and so he lived his life

Visitors must move softly and slowly to not disturb the butterflies' slumber

defying the steady cold iron cauldron that holds it

The potion sloshed readily around its flat-bottomed bottle

Druids Hollow Chonk Purple someone had to protect thePeace ruled the air as the druid knelt, forming a bowl in the grass with her hands. She kneaded the earth, her magic and that of the land joining as one. Each clay caked finger connected her to the life of this place. Its wise old sycamores and its energetic crocuses, liquid quick rabbits and majestic great owls, fungi and insect, all a connected whole with which she merged. The sun set. The bowl, her hollow, was complete. By the addition of her own