@Jinx
he waves to the menhir circle around them.
“dotted over the land are henges like this one, focal points where the wyld pulses, here they crystallize… the blessing of this one has been spent and it may be weeks before enough power gathers, weeks in which daily his majesty could destroy the land.”
waiting here for enough to gather three more times was out then, pity.
“there are also the cards his majesty once brought, one in particular, named the song of the Wyld, could coax the wyld to gather faster in such a henge.”