Soma's ambitious proposal brings a wry curve to the druid's lips. Before he can bring himself to ask just what she would do as one of the self-appointed 'new leaders', though, he turns to listen to Yuki's query instead.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Yuki wrote:</cite>"You're a druid. What does a druid do, exactly? Besides erect huge piles of rocks and dance naked with the fey."<br/>"Your kind created these...'Talismans' that're responsible for the Winter, right? Can you wield power like that?" she waves a gloved hand around, mimicking somatic spell components.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"We don't know how the Talismans came to be," Chrrou corrects, shaking his head. "And we do not wield such cataclysmic power as<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>," he admits in afterthought, "or I imagine we would already have opposed these enemies more ... directly. But when I am not personally raising hundred-ton monoliths or charming my many admiring and beautiful sylvan dancing-partners," the soft-spoken mouse continues conversationally, "then yes-- I bolster my allies' strength, I call beasts to fight at my side, and I raise up the very earth to cut and ensnare. The Pact was not established in the Valley through peaceful persuasion." His hint of bluster lasts all of a few seconds before he adds, leaning on his staff,"...But my strength is spent quickly, and then I can do little until I am recovered." If they're to be allies, he thinks, better that their expectations of him bear some kind of accuracy.