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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Creamsteak" data-source="post: 4119992" data-attributes="member: 552">The giant owls are silent as they wing through the gloom, apparently able to navigate effortlessly through the darkness. Your elf escorts are also silent, aside from softly pointing out some dimly glimpsed landmark far below from time to time. Avril must struggle to keep the pace, as her form is slower than these birds.Before long, you reach your destination. Rising from the marsh is a low hill of soild ground, encircled by a thick ring of trees. Dozens of pinpoints of light dot the hill-small lanterns filled with fireflies, each hanging from a tree-platform or the upper reaches of a conical tent. Many elves silently emerge to watch as you fly overhead. Killiar produces a sleek, silver horn of some sort from a saddlebag and blows one wailing note similar to a loon's cry.Near the hill's peak stand three large trees, and built into their boughs are wooden structures. One glows softly with luminescence of its own and seems to be a temple. Another looks to be some sort of public building or town hall. The third, and your destination, is the smallest of the three-a cozy-looking tree house set above a large pool. Avril, Tyrla, and Larian all spot an enormous crocodile parked under the pools liquid surface.<img src="http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/rhod_maps/95689.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Killiar is the first to land, followed by the other elves. Once all is said and done, the owls depart for somewhere in the south, probably in the middle of the more dense portion of the forested area. Killiar asks the group to wait while he steps inside the nearby building. A few moments later he returns and invites you to enter.Waiting inside is a wise-looking and ancient elf. She wears flowing golden and green robes, and her hair is braided around a complex headress made of wicker and wood. She stands next to a much younger female elf in plain brown and green robes who looks to have been crying recently. The younger elf is seated in a large wicker chair, and the standing elf indicates nearby chairs for you. Behind you, Killiar the hunter takes a silent stance near the door.The older woman introduces herself. "I am Sellyria Starsinger, Speaker for the Tiri Kitor," the standing elf says. She indicates teh seated elf and continues, "This is High Singer Trellara Nightshadow. We do not often see strangers in our homeland. What brings you to the Blackfens?" Her voice sounds like everyone's grandmother, though by this point in her life she would likely be far past a great great grandmother in descendants.<img src="http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/rhod_gallery/95659.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Trellara<img src="http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/rhod_gallery/95658.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Sellyria</blockquote>

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