Irwanwen most certainly did not like this. Ever single moment spent near the corrupted and decaying terrain felt like the very life essence was being slowly pulled from her body. As a druid, her connection to the surrounding wildlife and fauna was deeper than most others, and the very pain of the ground itself was felt. Even in the gloom of the darkened skies, the same vile corruption nestled itself like a cancer. readying itself to grow and expand into the purity of the non-corrupted lands. Where were the lush and vibrant trees that formed her home? And where was a clear sky that didn't pulse with corruption? Needless to say, she loathed this place entirely, but she loathed the people than had done this even more.<br/><br/>Such devastation could not have been caused by one person, surely not. It must have taken a group of vile and twisted creatures great lengths of time, there was simply no other way it could have happened in her mind. Nature did not destroy itself. Humans destroyed nature. Even the vehicle that they had taken here had churned the ground into oblivion, and destroyed all plant life that it had run into.<br/><br/>Gritting her teeth and going along with the rest of the group, she opted to stand outside the commander' tent when they reached the camp. Something told her that the human commander was likely to be angered enough without having to deal with someone that wasn't human. Xenophobes, even if she didn't know what it meant, it was a word that Irwanwen had best learn. Even amongst the group, it was clear that the city-mage in the most elaborate robing...the same that had been talking with the human commander, was almost disdainful of non-humans and druids alike.