The life of a druid is full of simple pleasures:
A druid’s magic flows from the land, not within. On a calm day, one can barely tell the two apart. A druid melds into nature, leaves and bark covering its skin. Each step slowly sprinkles seeds and saplings onto the forest floor before settling into a deep slumber.
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