Day 56. At least, that's what it appears to be. Time passes differently inside the druid grove. we go inside for a day, and find that a week has passed in the city surrounding it. Whether this is some magic the druids have set up, or some effect of the evil inside, I do not know. I can't imagine why anyone would want time to pass more slowly for them.
I don't understand the druidic ideal, anyway. How does one recieve divine magic from belief in trees and bushes, rather than a god? I have seen nothing but problems from the trees around here anyway, and yet we are trying to save them? I know they are unnatual and occaisonally evil, but Moradin help me!
For that matter, I wonder about this Hrefna character we met this evening. She looks to be sorcerous or something of the like. How do they function, anyway? Magic comes through the grace of the gods, and yet these sort draw it from within themselves, as if they would become a god in their own right.
I'm sure they'll soon learn the dangers of meddling with powers too great for them to control.
For the time being though, she seems willing to help, and I suspect she knows more than she's letting on. The symbols she wears tell me she is from far to the north, how could she not have heard of a giant sunken city just off the coast?
I suppose I must rest now, and see what tomorrow brings.
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