"We have some Spellweavers, elf-child. And our magic is not like yours, and they would be eager to exchange lore. Come all, and rest, we shall discuss. Bring forth your offerings, and we will tell you of our struggles with The Beast," Vi-Tach says, waving for you to relax.
"It appeared seven months ago, and we knew of it when there were no more creatures in our sacred spring. Always our spring had brought forth an abundance of fish, creatures whose movements we would use to divine the future as they undulated in the pool before going along their journey in the stream. But seven months ago no more fish came to replace those that left, and then our stream itself shrank to a small puddle of its former self. We know it starts underground, but those warriors that went to investigate have not returned and we will not try again without help," Vi-Tach explains.
*As you sit and listen, several grippli come down bearing small cups of what seem to be fruit juice for you to drink.*
"It appeared seven months ago, and we knew of it when there were no more creatures in our sacred spring. Always our spring had brought forth an abundance of fish, creatures whose movements we would use to divine the future as they undulated in the pool before going along their journey in the stream. But seven months ago no more fish came to replace those that left, and then our stream itself shrank to a small puddle of its former self. We know it starts underground, but those warriors that went to investigate have not returned and we will not try again without help," Vi-Tach explains.
*As you sit and listen, several grippli come down bearing small cups of what seem to be fruit juice for you to drink.*