"His words, not mine," the druid said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "used to humor the hunter so he will continue to confide in me. He is not some demonic force now, as he seems to believe, but a Night elf with Fel power. Is it a blight? Yes, anything Fel is a blight on any form of life, but to label oneself as less effective is preposterous." The druid continued to stand a moment, his fathomless golden eyes fixed intently with Elariel's piercing green eyes. "You may take offense to what I say; it is your right, but you would be a fool as well." He leaned into the mage, sniffing softly, then grunted disapprovingly. "Your level of intimacy has diminished. You will need to find a way to rectify that, for his sake."<br/><br/>The druid waved his hand again, a subtle shift in the scenery now revealing a quaint cottage. "You should know that his affection for you is genuine, but not just of his will: I have been directing him." He held up a hand to silence Elariel's ensuing inquiries. "I influenced Tae'lo'ren to involve himself with you because you can help him. He has cast himself out of Night elf society. Even with Aeo'leth there is no solace for our hunter. You have given him acceptance. He has bonded with you in ways I haven't seen in eons from him." The druid paused, staring oddly at Elariel for several long moments. "You truly do look like his mother, that is, before he had to kill her."<br/><br/>The druid turned and began to walk off toward the cottage, deliberately leaving space beside himself for Elariel to follow.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>