Magic brews within these woods. Faint images of what appears to be the Feywilds, fade in and out of view, and the noise of the wood makes it difficult to sleep. I came across an old abandoned campsite, perhaps left by some traveling adventurers. They left behind a few goods, nothing of particular use other than a small satchel of berries and a days ration. That was enough to keep me going. I need to press on, maybe I can find a near by town off the tree line?
Corellon...
please guide me to safety.