Arianne couldn't help but wrinkle her nose in disgust at the man standing before her. The old man's gray hair and beard were wild and filthy, full of leaves, sticks, and dirt. More dirt covered his body from head to bare feet, and he was only wearing a loose robe of hemp, which was showing off far too much as he waved around a tree branch with symbols into it.
"Ah!" he announced when he saw her, "One of rapists of nature themselves!"
"I beg your pardon?" Arianne demanded, "Who are you to speak to a member of the royal family?"
"I am Alric Greenroot," the man stated, "Humble servant of Mother Nature and all her children, something you would know nothing about."
"Oh, a Druid," Arianne said, even more disgust entering her voice, "I should have known by the smell. One can usually tell one of you savages is coming from a mile away."
"You call me a savage?" Greenroot snarled, "It is you so called royals who are the savages! You tear down forests and destroy their beauty to build palaces for your vanity, hunt defenseless animals for sport, and tear open the earth to take its wealth for yourselves! You have no respect for the world around you!"
"You are the one with no respect," Arianne spat, "A peasant like you has no right to speak to your betters like this, and you shall pay for wasting my valuable time. Guards! Seize this madman!"
"No, it is you who shall pay for your crimes," Greenroot replied with calm fury. As Arianne's armed escort began approaching the old man, the symbols carved into his makeshift staff began to glow, and he slammed it to the ground, unleashing a blinding flash of light.
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