Halla contemplates for a moment before answering. "I used to think 'twas easier not to care what people thought of me. 'Witch', they called me. Perhaps I even enjoyed their superstition. People, and their gods, and their cities could all live in their world, and I would live in mine." She sits up, speaking more determinedly. "Mankind blunders through the world, crushing what it does not understand; elves, dragons, magic...the list is endless. We must stem the tide, or be left with nothing more than the mundane." She sighs. "But... taking Arundel's place, and getting to know these people has taught me that there is more to them than I suspected. 'Not caring' is no longer so easy."
The druid leans forward. "I have been reading the old lore, and I think Arundel was right when he spoke of the Balance. There must be some way to keep everything in check." She looks out a window at the roots of the Great Oak. "But whether that means to preserve everything as it is, or evolve into something new... I know not."
She chuckles and looks at Alalla. "At the very least, this has made me more philosophical. What of youself? You and the others have changed since you left Kuldahar to seek the Heartstone Gem."
