Long before our time, Sir Oscar. I'm certain... [he swallows nothing, sighing. The Druids were an odd part of Springtide culture and always had been. The Warlocks of old, to the Mages, turned finally to the Druids. They'd needed to rebrand their practice of magic several times over, with new rules and restrictions each time. Eventually, getting to the kind of Druids that Oscar and Silas were. Pacifistic, only following the three branches of magic largely incapable of harm, and bound to the Faekin... The Mages had only been the very last of that list and the Warlocks none so restrained. That was how they conquered nearly the whole of the world before the previous empire collapses and left their ancestors banished into the forests to die.

While Silas is mulling over history, a few more people are arriving in the bar. At least one whistles at them, specifically winking to Oscar. It wasn't uncommon, given the other Druid's reputation. Silas grumbles, grimly,] .... an acquaintance of yours?