Ancient Oak smiled, “Who told Danton the sorceress wanted him? A woodwoman from the Lost Forest. Of course all the woodfolk know. It’s just the sorcerers who don’t.”
“Did you notice that, Danton?” asked Tarkyn. “Beneath that mild exterior, Ancient Oak is as tough as old boots. He doesn’t give a toss if I get angry with him. He gave as good as he got, right from the start.”
Danton raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“And remember?” Waterstone smiled proudly, “Ancient Oak quietly stood up to all of us in the Lost Forest in support of Tarkyn.”
In response to Ancient Oak’s summons, Rainstorm appeared among them, “Hello all.” He smiled at Danton, “Well big brother, when are you heading off? Can I come too?” He transferred his gaze to Tarkyn, “If you can manage without me for a little while, th
