Tara Whiterock walks by the note on one of her little walks. She has difficulty reading the message, but after a little while she finds out what it says.
"Druids of the Furies? Now those I would like to see! Must be interesting to talk to them. I bet that wolfie thingy also would like to see it with their own eyes! DO they even exist?"
With a happy smile on her face, she would walk on. Pondering about the existence of druids as a whole.