[The druid finishes their task and levels a warning with a tone distant in understand. Their tone is that of relaying gossip one couldn't remember the source of or exact details, but still felt the need to share.
"Might want to fit a glove over it, if you're going to the Above World," they sit to clean their instruments, waiting the next patient to be brought back in, "not sure how kindly other giants will look at you. They hate our kind of magic. Don't go losing it all over again."]
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"Might want to fit a glove over it, if you're going to the Above World," they sit to clean their instruments, waiting the next patient to be brought back in, "not sure how kindly other giants will look at you. They hate our kind of magic. Don't go losing it all over again."]