The druid smiled and continued. He did love a respectful and apt pupil. "You must watch what Tae'lo'ren was die to what he is now. You must help guide his death and rebirth. While you will not be alone, for the hunter has several brethren such as Aeo'leth and myself, you are his lover, making you his most trusted confidant. He will share things with you he may try to hide from us." The druid paused, rising, walking to the stove just as the kettle he'd set for tea began to whistle. He poured the water into two cups, which seemed to to be made completely of interwoven roots yet not a drop of water escaped. He turned back and returned with a small wooden plate of bread with honey and cinnamon. "Eat and drink. Don't worry, time passes differently here. A blessing and a curse, but mostly a blessing. Tae'lo'ren will know that not even an hour will have passed for him." The druid himself began to eat, sipping at his tea, respectfully waiting for Elariel to pose more questions.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>