Soira – a tall, somewhat meaty high elf cleric, sat down next to me in Leth Nurae. Beautiful city, I tell you. The Nature is sooo well intertwined with it. The only thing I took a slight annoyance with were the wisps serving the Queen. Granted, they may not be real wisps, but still, the wisps and treants are to serve nature, NOT the high elves whims. On the other hand, if the wisps were just extensions of the Queen’s psyche, then ..well, she’s a very powerful person.
Soira regaled me with stories of the Qa Riverbank. She explained there were rat like creatures rough housing the natives of a land I’ve never been too. Diary, you may know what I’m thinking. I must help these people. Not necessarily because of the people being attacked, but because these rat creatures are destroying the land. I know, I know… the land isn’t part of my own home, but it’s still part of my world. The Mother must be protected.
I thanked Soira for talking with me, and in return, she…wanted to read you. She said she doesn’t trust people, and believes she can find out who I am by reading unprotected thoughts.
I’ll uh.. see you later, Diary. I’ll be back when I’ve finished dealing with the rats.
