The wind begins to blow
a refreshing breeze
nothing in his path
the druid takes a breath

Always walking nomatter who is by,
Watching for his life
His name who they shall cry
but the druid by the name of Satomi of Shy

"the wintergreen grove grows fast and tall
my heart is rising within this winter time
only past my name shall i stop
Satomi they shall call for me to halt"

The wind continues,
a staff of mist shall be unused,
in this wintery night
not to rest, not to cry

The ground is shaking quite fast
hard yet steady blows
a orc or to to wander
by the woodland groove

"never to stop,
not even to drink
past the inn i do walk
not planing to go to sleep"

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