“So, Jerinad, since we’ve been walking for like a day and you’re mostly horse, um, you think I could jump on your back?” Rick asked while adjusting his shoe.

“Not if you were the last Jantoo Faerie in Earth, and there aren’t many of them left. Just try to keep up.” came the fifth variation of this reply from the centaur that day.

Jerinad’s ears perked suddenly, apparently keen despite the handicap of being ridiculous round human ones. He veered right at the ridge, and followed a trail down to a marsh. He quickly tracked down what he’d been looking for, and pulled a buzzing fern from the sloppy mud, careful to preserve the immense dangling root.

I saw this from the ridge, preferring my feet to stay dry. Jerinad returned peeling the root until only a few thin strands remained. “Dangleroot. Chew this, it will help on our journey.”

Reluctantly, I took a filthy strand and stuck it into my mouth, chewing it. Suddenly I felt electric and light. “Let’s go find this druid! Where’s Dan?” I exclaimed, and set off.