“Elder Ivyfang?” The young ranger paused a moment. “Wait, he said that I could call him Kelanthos, right?” Nonetheless, she smiled. “He’s really nice. Him along with Isaria are two people who actually seem to encourage what I do instead of giving me a scrutinizing glance. I wish I could remember how I began to talk to him aside from me joining the Silver Circle, but he’s very much a father--or grandfather--figure to me. Kelanthos is very wise, and he knows a lot about the world that I couldn’t even fathom. Maybe when I’m not doing things I shouldn’t be in Kul Tiras away from everyone else, I can talk with him more. I don’t know how his arm is doing, or how he is. ...He’s old and I worry sometimes. Don’t tell him I said that.” Tanefrun looks bashful for a moment. “I admire him a lot, though. His knowledge about the world around us and his druid powers and whatever else. I should probably listen to his stories more often.”