#robin.02

“There is something in the water,” she comments, siding next to Robin and examining the merchandise with narrowed eyes. Something has misaligned in Caribella, but for the life of her she can’t figure out what exactly. It’s annoying to return to her one true refuge and find it in a disbalance. Almost as if everything had shifted an inch or two to the right, towards the edge of the precipice. It doesn’t feel dire, not just yet, but it is abnormal, even within the oddities inherently found in the island. “Something no Armada put there. Have you heard anything from the druids?”