Broll placed the ice-blue seeds one by one into a crystal dish.
He added a little water, and a faint green glow rose from the dish.
The breath of nature rose and swirled around them. The pea-shaped seeds quickly took root and sprouted, growing blue-and-white stems.
Gradually, flower buds appeared at the tips of their branches.
Their growth noticeably slowed. Broll slowly raised his right hand, and emerald light blazed from his purple eyes.
The flowers bloomed, and the fruit swelled and ripened before their eyes.
Five minutes later, the Icecap's leaves and branches turned yellow. Plump, fragrant Icecap Fruit hung precariously from them, enough to make anyone's mouth water at the mere sight.
Every patron in the tavern marveled at Broll's spell. Only Rowan remained expressionless. Clearly, his mind was elsewhere.
Druids were a remarkable class. As emissaries of the forest who believed in nature and druidic teachings, they possessed a comprehensive range of abilities.
Druids who specialized in Guardian were solid as rock, their bodies tough and heavily armored, unstoppable on the battlefield.
Druids who specialized in Feral moved with the shadows, their fangs sharp and claws deadly, capable of slashing a throat in an instant.
Druids who specialized in Restoration enjoyed nature's protection, commanding its countless wonders and bringing all things to life with a wave of their hands.
Druids who specialized in Balance went hoot, hoot, hoot. Hoot, hoot, hoot (flapping wings).
Druids had well-rounded combat abilities and ever-changing battle forms, making them the beings hunter class practitioners dreamed of day and night.
Those were ordinary people's impressions of druids. To Rowan, however, druids were not merely powerful combat class practitioners. They were also excellent at clearing land and farming.
The Norwington Estate possessed the richest and most expansive lands in all of Tiragarde Sound.
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