Stickdom
Salamancer, first class
The Warden heard the Twig's tale, of hearing an Elder, of the poison spreading from the south. "I have not left this forest for a millennia, sprout, did you indeed have a vision of a Elder? I have not seen an Elder since when I was but a sapling myself, so if this is true, it is a grave time, and I shall do what I can to shelter the woods from harm." He shifted uneasily, his great branches groaning and cracking. He had been a Watcher since hundreds of years ago, and not once had he left the forest. This would be a new world for him as well, if the need came to heed the call of the Elder.