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A treant, of course, Darkthael should have known that. But only in tales had he before heard of the old race before, and long had been since anyone told tales to the dark dracon.
"Well, my much esteemed Willowman, I'm afraid I don't know of this place anymore than you do" - Answered Danael politely - "I could tell you that you are in an island, along the Libertas bay, near the shores of the town of Trysvale in the province of Carmelyn, in the domains of the Aelyrian Empire. That might give you some information about the air we breathe, but I doubt that would be particularly useful as to the land and water here. If you say you appeared upon this island, I have in turn to say that this island appeared upon ourselves" - With that as an introduction, Danael would proceed to explain about the light, and the eruption, and the appearing island, and the barrier, and the temple. Pausing at anytime the old treant wished, either because the conversation was no longer of his liking, to add something himself or to ask any question.
When the family arrived, the human disguise of Danael disregarded them, as they were far enough away and didn't seem to be interested in him in return. As the grandson approached the place of their conversation, however, the inner-dracon felt fear again, a sensation he had been freed off during his previous candlemarks in paradise. But such preoccupation proved unnecessary, as Willowman remained fully silent while the young boy fetched the water to his grandma, not saying a single word, much less anything about the dracon's secret.
A few moments later, a most incredible thing happened, and aching grandma screamed in surprise rather than pain for the first time in so many eras. - "Indeed the water here is nothing short of miraculous" - Commented Danael in surprise after seeing the wondrous recovery of the old lady.
Not really concerned with the woman's happiness or her family's relief, Darkthael couldn't help but consider the usefulness of such a potent cure in his own hands. Wary however of the great magic operating in the island, he wished some kind of confirmation before taking anything from the place. He took out his traveling water-skin, depleted long before this point, while he was within Trysvale's coast, and showed it to the treant - "Say Willowman, do you reckon someone would take offense if I were to take just a little of this great water with me?"
Apart from quite minor injuries from his youth and from certain unsavory fight in more resent times, Darkthael's body had no need of repairs now. But the dark dracon, planing and fearful as nature had made him, could imagine than in the future he might well be in need of miracles. He just hoped not to offend whatever powers were at work in this curious land.
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