Forest Guardians

Turning, Ceren's eyes followed Esme's gesture, landing on the man who then approached and introduced himself. Ceren pondered his comment, supposing that extensive canopies could indeed block more of the wind, holding the wet air still rather than letting it move along. She preferred the planes of her homeland. More than that, however, she preferred her freedom. There wasn't much of that left for her in Ferelden. She'd take the humidity that came with this payday and her self-determination, thank you very much.

"Ceren. she said, in her turn, with a slight dip of her head toward Rhosyn. "Andor." she added, bobbing the arm that held him. While the eagle's body was shifted up and then back down, his head remained still, one eye staring at the elf.

"Has anything been seen in animals?" Ceren asked, falling into step with the others as they would begin to follow Rhosyn. "Or just the plants, so far?" All that Ceren knew of plants, she'd either learned in the context of what different animals preferred to eat, or from Esme as she'd brew and experiment. But if local animals happened to start eating these Blighted plants... the problem could very quickly escalate out of control. She supposed, then, that it was no wonder the elves were seeking help from whoever might be able to offer it.