Noen rested for a day in the Druid tribe.
These Druids, who had lived here for generations, picked up the shattered Divine Statues after burying their companions' bodies through the night. Noen knew that in a few days, the Druids would set out, relocating to an even more secluded place.
And Noen was to leave here as well.
Just as Noen and his attendant Xilan were about to set out, they heard a burst of urgent hoofbeats.
Turning their heads, they saw the centaur Shanon they had met yesterday, leaping over thick tree stumps and running furiously towards the two of them.
"Is it you?"
Noen exclaimed, surprised.
"What are you here for?"
Xilan asked, warily.
Shanon's face was stern, and he seemed very reluctant.
The centaur slowly spoke:
"My mother advised me to come over to express our gratitude, and she sent me here."
"Your mother told you to thank us?"
Noen showed a look of sudden realization.
