I watched as the slavers were taken to the dungeon before I went to see the druids we helped. I walked into the pack house and headed to the lounge area where they are all drinking some water. “Flo, thank you for saving my grove,” Cassy suddenly grabbed my hands and I frowned at her as I pulled myself out of her grip. “Please, I don’t like touching,” I let her know before looking at the druids we saved. A group like this is called a grove. It is because they tend to live in the thick of the forest. I wonder why the slavers are venturing so deep into the forest for this and why they attack magical things. What are they gaining by doing this, or is someone hiring them to do this?
“Hello, let me introduce myself properly. I am called Flo by everyone here and I am also known as Luna,” I smil
