"What!? Utterly ridiculous!" Trent was positively furious. "How dare you come here and spread such lies, the Archdruid should..."
"I accept your challenge." Vinifer interrupted him.
Trent looked like he was about to have an aneurysm.
"What do you mean you accept!? Refuse her you buffoon!"
The Archdruid looked at him coldly.
"Elder Trent I will not tolerate further comments, this is not your place to step in."
"Fine, I'll deal with both of you after this little show is over." Trent hissed.
Vinifer stood up, and grabbed his weapon - unlike Lydia's, it wasn't a living blade.
In his hand was a heavy quarterstaff made of polished wood, adorned with intricate engravings on its entire surface.
His weapon was carved from a branch of the great tree, a privilege only an Archdruid could enjoy. Things made from sacred wood was nigh indestructible and highly compatible with divine power - when crafted properly, of course.
