Morgan tries to talk to the pixies, but the fey folk seem keen to withdraw to their underground homes, and the druid is either unable or unwilling to follow them. She doesn’t rejoin you immediately, instead taking a moment to re-boned with her wolf companion, who appears to have been unnerved by the images of the ritual.<br/>As Aeryn focuses on making her report to the Hill Fort she senses a figure approaching her and a hand is placed upon her shoulder. Xen does not speak at first however, waiting for one of your longer pauses. “Me and Morgan also saw something,” she says quietly. “Morgan learnt that the jackal used to live in a sand valley on the other side of the island. And I asked if he had any enemies and saw his arm fall off, whatever that means,” she chuckles slight slightly, adding “Do you want to add that to your report as well,” after a pause.