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Sheela Peryroyl knows I have seen many woods on the road, but nothing like the Conclave’s grove. Imagine a place where trees grow as tall as towers, their trunks broad enough to fit a home, their canopies so thick and green that even the sun must ask permission to shine through. The air was cool...

Arrived in Murann some days ago, though not to the muster I expected. Just three of us showed, looking about with the same measure of confusion. No officers. Not a one. No grand rally, no banners unfurled, no speeches nor orders passed down the line. Only us, standing in the damp morning air...

In a quiet corner of Luiren where the hills rolls and the rivers run slow under the watchful eye of ancient oaks—In a home dug into a grassy hillside with a chimney that always smoked and an orchard that always bore fruit, there lived a Halfling. Buck, of the O'Brier clan. The O’Briers were not...