Day One An Elven Encounter
It's late evening already, but still dreadfully hot in Faerun. The intermittent touch of the bright orange sun is almost scalding, even beneath the shadowy cover of the forest trees. It's the second week of Elesias and I'm traveling to Zhentil Keep as I do every month. I tend to move North by foot through the forest of Cormanthor and across the Moonsea between Yulash and the Keep.I must reach the High Magistrate there by tomorrow night. He has employed my services as a scout within the regions...
Fantasy & Sci-Fi