With Westlynn accompanying me I returned to Felwood and peered
into the place where I once made residence. The motivation behind the visit was
mostly curiosity, made achievable when she expressed interest in seeing the
place some months ago. I did not forget the conversation, and would have
referenced it had my presence been questioned by any forest dwellers. Her
presence legitimized that.
No guardians did we encounter but the ruins were not empty. We
descended to my room (I liked it, it had candles lining a round walkway
above), when I heard noises from deeper in. We retreated when the occupant appeared as a two-headed Wrath hound. I am not as proficient at moving silently as Westlynn, and feared that we would be discovered. Fortunately it did
not spot us.
We exited the ruins and continued with another conversation, but only
after I confessed irritation. The Elder treant had called me a corruption and
wished me and my beloved gone from the wood, and now something worse resides
in our place. I suppose I could be amused by the irony of it.
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