A bright light succumbed the tiger and grew, probably blinding them for a moment or two. Ilenal stood up straight infront of them and smiled. "Ilenal. What are you doing here? I haven't seen you in any council meeting" he said and held his other hand on the hilt of his sword. "Or more correctly, what are you doing in the forest of the druids without permission of the druidic council" he continued, gripping his staff tightly, the white stone on the top starting to shine quite threatheningly, actually
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan