<em>The druid rolls his eyes at the thought of his old friend's huge ego.<br/><br/>"Or insist that no one could ever match his charm and flair with words, and that anyone imitating him is nothing more than a cheap mockery in comparison."<br/><br/>He hands her one of the skinned, roasted rabbits, cooked now for just the amount of time she likes it best. He likes his a little more crisp, a little burnt, even, so he waits, gesturing for her to dig in.</em>