Bolstering the morale among the weary residents of the Last Light Inn was no easy task, especially now that the Absolutists had lately begun gathering in large numbers somewhere amidst the Shadowlands. But, nonetheless, you rallied with your peers beneath the command of the noble druid Jaheira, ready to face whatever was thrown your way.

Be that as it may, faces were looking grim lately.

Exhausted as you were, however, it was difficult to contain your excitement when you heard of a new arrival-- an archdruid from the Emerald Grove, come to visit a comatose man you'd been watching over for the last few days.

You entered the inn room to find an unexpectedly large high-elf-- the druid, you assume-- sitting on the bed parallel to the one occupied by the sleeping man, who had always sang in his slumber since he'd arrived.

The elf tilts his head up when you approach and gives a tired smile before standing up. "Oak Father preserve you, friend. Are you... the one who has been watching over this man?"