In my culture, Winter is known as "Geimhreadh" and it's probably the most miserable time of the year. It would be so cold that the entire island would be covered in sheets of snow and ice. Cattle would die and sickness would run rampant. Winter was never my favorite time of year, especially not back then.

[He just vaguely remembers his mother mentioning the birds were chirping when he first came into the world. As for an actual birthdate, he doesn't remember.]

I was born in late Spring, Earrach, despite my affinity for all things warm and hot.

[Rosen falls quiet for a time as he tries his best to describe what druids are. To be frank, he never liked druids much despite their lofty rank in society. Then again, the real reason he loathes druids is because he was betrayed by one.]

In my less than humble opinion, they're liars and cheaters in the form of lorekeepers and healers who often talk in esoteric riddles rather than answer questions honestly and truthfully. While some were probably noble, too many of them allowed their ambitions to cloud their better judgment as they stared at the stars above.

[Yeah, he hates them. That much is apparent.]