Reluctantly parting from his new friend, the six foot tall tortle resumes his seat at the table, and slowly begins to continue his meal as he considers her. He seems more at home with quiet introspection than conversation, and largely gives himself over to simple listening as she speaks, only bobbing his long neck as he hears aspects of her story that he agrees with. When she is done speaking though, he pauses, placing his wooden spoon aside for a moment, and then responds with another long slow flow of his uniquely melodious speech.<br/><br/>"I understand the desire to travel. it had plagued me for very much of my long life. We tortles, we are nomadic by nature. We carry our shells on our backs, and that means much of our time is spent in journeys from one place to another. I began mine on what are known as the Dragon Isles. I was a shaman of my village, but left after meeting strange visitors from a far off land. They came to our village and helped us fight a river dragon, a terrible beast. They destroyed it, and saved us all. After they had gone, I was made a ritual in their honor, and while experiencing it the Green Lady came to me, and gave me a quest. She asked me to travel across the ocean, to go and explore what lay beyond, and bring back the knowledge of these things to my people. I am happy to serve her, and this gave me the excuse to make this long journey. I am enjoying it so far, but still seeking what she sent me to find. I think something on this island has called us her, perhaps a shared destiny?"<br/><br/>Despite it's phrasing, there is nothing sarcastic about his use of that expression.  There is a true faith to his words, the expression of the deeply held faith he holds towards his goddess, and the natural order she has built. Druids of his culture are taught to honor the cycle, and he seeks to do this above all other things.