"No, the Carac Corma has people everywhere. They would milk you dry of information and especially of this forest" he said and looked at them. "Now, I ask you again, what are you doing here?" he mumbled and stepped forwards as the ball ontop of his staff started to shine even brighter as he started to get rather annoyed of them right now. Either they were begging for trouble, wanting to consult a specific druid in secrecy or just spy for the Carac Corma
"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