I am a druid of the Circle, walking the long path to honor the great world tree. I misjudged how much the climb would ask of me, and the winged hunters that haunt these slopes have made caution a necessity. These old ruins offered shelter, and I accepted it. This place is suitable for a humble offering, yet no ritual should be given without living water. If you would, fill my gourd at the falls ahead. When you return, speak to me of the trail you walked, and of what stirs upon it.