The druid smiled as Elariel rushed to catch up to him, then continued on toward the cottage. He paused to open the door briefly, then stated simply, "You must watch him die." Without explanation he continued into the cottage, as simple within as it was outside: basic furniture and decoration, yet quite complex in a section where reagents were stored. The druid moved to the stove and began to boil some water for tea. His eyes fixed intently with Elariel's for a moment, then he indicated the table and chairs. Once seated he raised his hand to her, halting her likely inquiries.<br/>"You must understand some things. Some you may already understand, some you may think you understand. Tae'lo'ren does not hate you or your kind, but what was done to you, and in turn what was done to those he loved and held dear, and lastly to himself. He despises the Fel demons, and will never know peace so long as they have such influence in this world. He must be reminded that Fel influence is inevitable and he alone could never repel or suppress it. You must remind him that there is still peace and beauty in this world, that everything is not a conflict. I have spoken with Aeo'leth as well of these matters."<br/>The druid paused, anticipating a barrage of questions from the mage. He knew this was much for her to bear, but it was necessary to prevent resentment from developing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>