“Now calm down, young man,” said Raging Water, “No need to fly into your high boughs. I think we would all like you to be mistaken because the alternative, that someone knows about woodfolk and is trying to hunt us down, is a pretty frightening concept.” He huffed out his cheeks. “However, I’m sorry to say I think your images are quite conclusive and we have a serious problem on our hands.” As an afterthought he added, “It’s just as well we didn’t kill you. I think you’re going to come in quite handy, one way or another.”
This last comment finally drew a smile from the offended sorcerer. Tarkyn gave a small bow. “Happy to be of service.”
“Oh my word! He’s bowing again.” Raging Water frowned repressively, “In that case, young Tarkyn, what else do you have to offer us as our forest guardia
