Re: In Shadowed Woods
Katarn
Morinn laughs. "A gate! Aye, that'll shorten the walk a bit. And you've seen Myth Drannor. Glen's founders came from there; they left the city long before the Fall, and then their kin fled south to join them as the army closed in. We've had a lot of humans coming through the last few years, heading towards the ruins. Haven't seen many coming back."
He taps the bottom of the map. "Deepingdale is south of us. It's the neighbor of Battledale, which you can see at the edge, here. To get to Battledale, you just follow the road east, then south. It's in the middle of the woods. To get to Deepingdale, you go through Battledale and then head west once you clear the forest. Or if you're really desperate, you can get a barge in Ashabenford. That'll take you at least some of the way."
Dorian
Neldor's shop is easy to find. Everyone knows about it and is happy to point the way. A finely-painted wooden sign hangs above the door, showing an open book and a bubbling potion bottle, along with the words "Wizard" and "Sage" in both elven and what you presume is dwarven.
The door is open, letting the cool breeze circulate. The moment you step inside, you understand why. The smell of a working alchemist hits you in the face. There aren't any bubbling reagents in the entry room, with its counter along one wall and dwarven and elven sized chairs along the other, but they can't be very far.
An ethereal chime rings from nowhere as you step through the door. "One moment!" a voice calls from beyond a doorway opposite you that is closed with a drape.
Several long moments pass, and finally a moon elven man pushes his way through. He's tall and thin, with black hair wrapped tightly around his head and a thick leather apron covered in spatters over his clothes. He smiles as he sees you. "Welcome, welcome," he says in elven. "It's too rare that a member of the People crosses my threshold. Well met and welcome to Glen. I am Neldor, sage and alchemist. What brings you here?"