Maccabeus picked himself up, shaking his head ruefully. "Aye," he said aloud. "I can see she's well tended. Wolf and I shall away, then. Uh..." He began to realize that his role was now delegated to 'hurry up and wait'. He was anxious to set out on his journey to the Valley, but Ashe said that he'd need a few days to research, and then the true quest would commence. What to do in the meanwhile?
Well, there was some groundwork to be laid, he supposed. He must converse with his clan now and let them know the urgency of what is to be done; he must find companions for this quest as well, without leaving Threshold herself bereft of protection.
He realized that he was standing stupidly in the lovely grove, and needed to be on the move. Istian stared at him expectantly.
Maccabeus bowed properly, with proper respect and a balanced being. "We go to make our preparations, Honored One. Until we meet again." Wolf helpfully came to Maccabeus and the little gnome hopped upon his brother's back. They were off like a sling stone, running towards the Ring of Mists.
It was time to lay the plans.