Exile on Drochtrèdia

The Eyes in the Woods are Watching

Not long ago I went out into the forest to find the lost wolf Stella. Peren the Stout, Dracon Fireballs, Derg Stonesmasher, Roy Wallace the Crossbow, and I got her, but we were beat up pretty bad in a fight beneath a giant tree and something got away. Someone got away. A Druid out there has his eye out there for us Mariners, and we need to be careful.

Through the walls of mariners landing,
Past the safety oh so serene.
The whispers of a wolf wandering,
A theft from Na’lor, obscene.

The eyes in the woods are watching.
The bats and the birds and the bees.
The blight in the woods is growing.
There’s more to this forest than trees.

West-North-West to the ruins and Greenway,
The forest reclaims its own.
The eyes in the woods are watching.
Twig and panther alike are reborn

The Green Faith are all but forgotten,
The sun god burned them away.
The eyes in the woods are watching,
The blight-master is back today.

The eyes in the woods are watching.
The bats and the birds and the bees.
The blight in the woods is growing.
There’s more to this forest than trees.

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