Moss Druid

Mm. Mmm! Who is it? An intruder! Terrible! To interrupt a humble druid as they work!

Hornet

I meant no intrusion, druid. The sound of your laughter drew me to investigate.

What? Laughter? No idea what you mean. Nonsense!

Ohh, the world trembles! But we can hear it... beating steady... beating free...

Granter refuses! I understand. Granter is petty, evil. Misguided! When your mind clears, return here. Return here and grant my wish!

You keep the berries to yourself? All for you? Mmm. Promise breaker! Promise breaker!

The Mossberries. Do you still hunt them, little you? My wish was granted, but clear now that more are needed! More!

Bring more Mossberries here. Mmm. Yes, we will trade. Precious rosaries for fresh berries!

Hornet

As promised, druid, I have your berries. What is your need for such common fruits?

Common!? No. No... Special. Cherished. Only a druid knows it! The berries bright! For my wish. My wish so dear!

You’re here, in here, so why did you send you? Hm? Did you hear my wish? Granter of wishes? You?

Hornet

Granter of wishes?

Wishes, yes! My wish! I need fruits of the world, three little darlings. I need them, so I wish! Does the kingdom not send you, little you, to grant my desire?

Mmm. You can hear it, yes? Listen close. Weak, but precious. A pulse, a beat! Faint... Our very own...

Mmm, the precious fruit! Yes, fragrant and round. So round! For you, you who finds berries, a nice reward of rosaries!

Hornet

Druid, I require a pitcher of your Mossberry Stew to satiate a gourmand of the Citadel. Will you pass some to me?

Mmmm! A bug who’ll consume my berry brew? Strong they’d be to bear a taste so sharp!

Here is a flavour so ripe! Searing! Flavour of pleasure and pain! They too may see the visions if they taste it strong. The visions, could they see?

Grant the stew! For your bug, mmmm... to share the visions. Yes! We shall pass it!

Ahhh! Ahhh-ohhhh! The smell again! Stronger, stronger now! But still young yet! Listen to your sisters, little one, and grow! Oh, grow!

Oh... mmm. Do they hurt you also, the visions? The stink? Nasty, horrible fruits. The pain!

Enough berries. We need no more. For you though, my one and only friend. My beloved. A reward!

Your amulet. Let me... transfuse. Yes. Your amulet’s tears will flow stronger still!

Mmm, the precious fruit! So precious! And perhaps now, we have enough. Enough, enough! For our work often begins, but never ends!

Mmm! Mmm! This is them, the precious, promised fruits!

Drop them in, there they go, and now at last we can begin!

Mmmm! Is it time? Our lands shake their sorrow! For the new beat, yes? Demanding! For a new rhythm...

Hornet

These quakes you feel, they are not your land’s sadness, they are its collapse, one bound to happen if their source cannot be quelled.

What? No, no no... the beat... It is the beat our land wishes! Calls for it! Needs one new!

Mmm! Mmm. Who are you, little you? Not a wish granter. For you haven’t enough fruits. Three we need, three I need! Find them, find them!

My wish. Oh my wish! I need fruits of the world, three little darlings. I need them! Does the kingdom not send you, little you, to grant my desire?

You are my wish granter, yes? My wish! I need fruits of the world, three little darlings. I need them, so I wish!

You made the promise. A binding stronger than sin. Bring me the three Mossberries. Precious fruit! Grant my wish, and then the work begins!

Bring more Mossberries here. Mmm. Yes, we will trade. Precious rosaries for fresh berries! Seek them wherever you see the green moss grow!

Mmm, the precious fruit! And... oh! Such fruit! Perfectly ripe! Perfectly fragrant! Perfectly round! Take what you have earned, much of much rosaries!

You keep the fruit for yourself? For greed? Strange choice! It will only weigh you down...

Promised, then. A binding stronger than sin. Bring me the three Mossberries. Precious fruit! Grant my wish, and then the work begins!

Mm. Mmm! Who is it? An intruder! Terrible! To interrupt a humble druid as they work!

Hornet

I meant no intrusion, druid. The sound of your laughter drew me to investigate.

Hornet

This settlement is built around an old structure of the Weavers. Do you know of them? Do they inhabit this land still?

Mm? What settlement? What Weavers?! You speak nonsense!

Mmm, the precious fruit! Ah... but! This one is not so fresh. Rotten! Stench of death! A meagre amount of rosaries for you. As much as you deserve!

And for the parting, a gift. An amulet of we druids. Or me druid? No others, I think.

May it ease your sorrows, wish granter. May it cry for you when no tears are left!

Mmm! Mmm! You carry a sweet, precious smell with you. A fruit! Will you trade it for rosaries?

Mmm. Mmm! The pain... my mind aches. Why? The berries, the nasty fruits. Oh the visions!

You, wish promiser. Wish granter. You brought me what I needed and stayed by my side. Companion through my ordeal. I could ask for nothing more.

Ahhh! Ahhh-ohhhh! The smell is right! Like the others! But very young! Oh, voice of the woods! Oh, dance of the queen! Oh... oh! Beat harder, let us hear it! Oh! Ohhhhhhhh!