The forest screamed in the voice of a 'ker as he howled out in a voice that no man should make, tears fell as it tapered off into an agonized break of denial. Even as the laughter sang through his spine, ringing in his ear, the laughter could not banish the gutted sensation as the Druid fell to his knees. Bent there, long ebony hair spilling down...a memory came...words filtered through fog that cleared slowly...
"....I believe so, I went there seeking a bottle of their finest Ashwood Liquor..."
"Ye drink alcohol? I thought ye only drunk tea to be honest."
"I do drink wine He chirped. Just a little bit at a time, and I used to drink coffee. My teacher got me into drinking tea."
"Wine is flavorless....Tis no better than drinking water."
A confused huff...a shake of the head. "Then you're drinking the wrong stuff..."
A smirk...there was a smirk there... "Remember my old charades with Blissfoil?"
He groaned, head tossed back in remembered pain but a smile as he reached out to pat him on the shoulder. "I cannot ever forget..."
"Ah, well I nay eat Blissfoil anymore....Only Frostvine."
He began to laugh...he cried and he laughed, sobbing as the elf tipped his head back so his tears fell as his chest jerked and sobbing laughs came from him. He laughed and laughed and cried and screamed to the sky as the song of his last student faded from it...
"Only...frostvine now...you never gave that up did you?"
He stood, shaking and still sobbing...still laughing...turning to the woods. He knew the way, he would find what was left of his last student. His only human he ever took a chance on...yet still the Druid outlived. He would find what was left...bring it back...and then find who did this and make sure he was the last one laughing....