The druid and her snake traveled north, for she felt a calling. Not the spiritual calling to serve a God or Belief, but a place or entity drawing her onward, and so they traveled north. North, through the forests of Cormanthor, where she felt the corruption at its center. Not that she cared for the struggles of light versus dark; just that whatever resided at this forest's center no longer cared for the balance that is nature, the balance that is all life. But the entity was further forward, and so she continued on. Past the lands of the Dale, towards the great ice and setting sun, the snake her only constant companion, into the land of the Zhents. The Zhents cared little for the land; domination, of the world, or all lands, of everything and everyone, was their concern, and while the land was not their enemy, neither was it their ally, and so it hid the druid and sped her on her way, till one day, she approached a forest glade that few new about and fewer still could find without it so desiring. Boudicea slowed as she approached this glade, with ancient trees ringing the calm and peaceful place. As she stepped through their shade into the midmorning light, the grasses swaying gently, a great oak creaked, turning toward her, and stated, "You are early, and yet late. Taliesin has been sent for, though most likely he already knows you are here." And with that, the great tree fell silent.

Not long after, the great druid appeared, and so it was Boudicea received her twined tasks. The first was to deliver a message, though the warning would be too late for those for whom it was meant. Though the warning was late, still it must be delivered for the bonds and trusts of those who protect the land and its ways are important even to aloof druids. The second task, for it had been shown to the Druid of the Glade that Kelemvor would task these self same to remedy a wrong against nature, was to accompany those for whom the warning came to late, to face a great white dragon, and put right the imbalance this creature had caused in the lands she had claimed her own.

Task at hand, assigned by a minion of the Oak Father, Boudicea traveled to the Temple of Kelemvor in the mountains west of the Zhentirim. As ordained, she arrived at the temple as a band approached along the paths of the dead. Heading down to meet these people, and accomplish the first of her goals, Boudicea noticed the great wrongness of the place. It was a land devoid of life, truly a place taken by the dead from the living, and grateful indeed was she that the priests of Kelemvor worked to contain such blasphemous a corruption. The band consisted of two elves, a half-elf, a human, a dwarf, and a creature not fully of this world whose eyes glowed blue and who noticed not the chill against which all others where cloaked and guarded. And delivering the scroll, she joined with these adventurers, that she could accomplish her task and with their aid, deal with the dragon.

It was two and a half days later that she learned they were not headed to the dragon, but to the Temple of the Winds; that Kelemvor had not tasked them as she expected, and that they were out to rid the land of the undeath that plagued it. Though it was not her quest, she “gladly” aided them, for they worked to correct a wrong against nature; and moreover, the Temple of the Wind was an ancient place long ago dedicated to Imshinn, greater Air elemental, and servitor of Obad-Hai, to Oak Father and her God.