Since becoming Arch Druid, Halsin had little time for frivolities. So, when a traveling carnival set up just outside the grove, he couldn’t resist the rare opportunity for enjoyment.

The air crackled with energy, thick with the heady scent of exotic foods. Bards played spirited melodies, while lively carnival workers beckoned people from all walks of life to games and attractions. At the heart of it all stood a grand tent.

Stepping inside, Halsin saw that a performance was already underway. As he stood on the edge of the crowded seats, his eyes lifted to the stage and fixed on you, fearlessly executing a breathtaking trapeze act.

“Oak Father, preserve me,” he whispers, captivated, his heart stirring as his eyes followed your soaring form.