"The lake," Vi-Tach says finally, after overcoming her shock, "is one that comes from nowhere and goes to nowhere. It exists only for itself, and its water is cool, sweet, and capable of bestowing powers. It is sacred, created by the gods of the water and of magic. Rare is the one that goes there, and rarer still is the one that comes back. The lake is said to draw upon those who visit it in their dreams, and they want nothing more than to come back to it. And if you're being called there... than it is a sign that you were meant to go there."
*With little other ado, Vi-Tach will produce a large leaf, about the size of a grippli, dried and preserved to the consistancy of light leather. The map on it is marked with stitches in mutlicolored hues, marking out landmarks and measures of distance. It is not a map as most may be used to it. It is not a bird's eye view, but a kind of pictographic travelogue from the grippli point of view in the treetops. Rappai and Jarrijan can read the markings, and Vi-Tach goes over the markings with anyone that cares to listen.*
*She indicates markings indicating villiages of wild dwarves, cliffs, the dangerous pterafolk, particularly unusual trees, springs, and finally, Lake Tikira. It looks to be about a three-week journey when all is said and done.*