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A trip to the Towering Wood

by Korlita Yulgeri, for the Korranberg Chronicle

"The wonders of new cultures are for anyone to enjoy", or so the message should be! Last Therendor I travelled with a friend to Greenheart, as there was a little caravan pilgrimage towards near the Shadowcrags. Well, I admit that I was the friend being brought along, as my my friend would volunteer her healing abilities to some sick people in the way, and by my Tio's beard, I was far more grateful for the trip after returning than I was expecting as I departed from my little desk in Korranberg.

One from Khorvaire's heartland would imagine the Eldeen Reaches to be wildland, but for my experience I felt quite safe with the Wardens here, especially from the odd terrifyingly big beast roaming around outside the city. The caravan, of course, was well prepared, and so was I, although the citrus cream I had for the bugs happened to bother a few people. No matter, though; I wouldn't be waving my arms around to avoid getting bites!

Some of the groups we met on the way north-west were either settlements or stationed caravans, the latter of which had the most ill people to heal; thankfully my friend didn't let me sit around, and each time we were working by day, and revelling by night. My most memorable experience was in one of the villages, which were giving around sweets for the children, and I just couldn't resist! After that, when I slept, it was the most relaxing and fulfilling sleep I ever remember to have, and although my friend told me not to ask for the recipe or anything, I really can't wait to visit them again, maybe with a few treats from Zilargo in my bag to thank them!

The more mystical part of the journey happened to come at the end of the path and outside the wood, where we met a very old orc ascetic who actually lives under a rock, for whom eating is a ritual! After the initial ritual, of course, we talked; and I found out that his abilities extend to talking every language with his druidic magic. He was very happy to see new faces in the caravan, and offered a few words of wisdom; as thanks, I gave him a little bracelet I had knitted myself when I was little; a little after he spoke with everyone, he went back to his cave, and the big boulder was set in its place one again.

I know that in the grand scheme of things people can do as they like, but I believe that we are to learn a bit from the people which we do not know, and honestly, as I write these pages and ponder the moment, if I ever retire, a place like the Eldeen Reaches would be the place to be, or if not that, then certainly I would like to visit them soon again.

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I mean, it is like community service, but come on, it's not like I would have found a magewright job this summer. For the dragons?

The lank man with the casual robes was sat on the end of the rail car, looking at the sunset, then gestured another long message.

They even gave me the mansion spell for the job! It's gonna be lit ! Anyway, out of Sendings for today.

He was looking out the window, staring at the rolling hills, when he grimaced and hastily cast another message.

Look. If you wanna talk, start burning yours. Don't you freeload on me, I know you're talking with that Orien-mark; he's mine and you know it.

His gaze became softer, and after a moment he sighed, and fixed his gaze at the far-off edge of Lake Brey, as the rail turned slowly west.

Until the rail reached Hatheril for a short break, he had collected his studying book, putting it back inside his hidden little magic bag underneath his clothes, specially made "for the perils of long travel are easy to miss!".

In the small town, the rail offered access to some small shops that still showed the wear of the war, with few of them among slowly crumbling stone buildings of wood and stone.

He didn't have much time to stretch away the long sitting, as the rail had already turned east and called its passengers. When he got back to his seat, the same old baroness nearby was still drowsily playing with her cards.

The elementals roared, and the rail took off.

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The library officer pressed his thin goatee between his fingers as the band of misfits hastily asked for access to the Inner Archive.

Alright, so, you're adventurers, right...

And you say you're with House Cannith... I assume you have your papers?

Oh, this... is wet parchment. So you went underwater. I see.

His brow rose highly as he assessed the group, and then, as the group's spokesman tried to embellish over the importance of their mission, the officer raised his hand and concentrated his gaze toward his desk.

Oh, wait... Yes... It would seem that you have friends in high places indeed. Korlita Yulgeri from the Chronicle sends her regards.

The officer stood up and pulled open a long drawer from which he took a few copies of a paper form, and gave each party member a copy.

In any case, I will need to register you all with our records before you can enter the Korranberg library of House Sivis, in order to establish a level of trust. I take it you have spellcasters between you?

More paperwork was given to those in the group who cast spells.

In any case, make sure to visit one of the Civil Service Bureaus; paperwork such as this gets done a lot faster through their identification service; pretty useful when you spend a lot of time in Zilargo.

As the party finished up, the officer called a few guides, who seemed positively well-armed for just being guides. In the end, the party entered the Inner Archive.