The Lumber Consortium Camp
"Well now. That helps." Milon says. He takes a parchment and a piece of charcoal and draws a crude map of the area, indicating certain locations with marks.
"The Elder tree is around about here." The woodsman points to a point directly north of your current location on the map. "The Elder darkwood tree is the most ancient of its kind in Darkmoon Vale. Said to have been carried as a sapling from the Hissing Jungle and planted here in the distant past by a druid named Deirzir the Eagle, of The First Way. The druids that once guarded the forest claimed this darkwood to be the root from which all Darkmoon grew. Last time I saw, the clearing is roughly ovular, 180 feet from north to south and 110 feet from west to east with tall grasses and fern. Can't miss the tree in the middle. You will see druidic stones around the clearing. No one knows what they are for and I wouldn't hazard a quess."
He then points to a point north and west of your current position, making a mark in charcoal.
"The witch's hut is somewhere here. Look for another clearing, say 120 or so feet 'round. There's an old hut there among some older trees, but I don't think there's any witch there. I didn't get too close, but it looked empty to me."
"Now... as for ironblooms that grow near metal and darkness. There is only one place I know like that, 'n yeh aint going to like it. Not many folks know about it, and what do, don't talk about it."
Milon turns his eyes to Karok.
"Place called the Crucible up around Droskar's Crag. It's an old dwarven monastery, long ago abandoned and likely crawlin with all kinds of nasty monsters that like such places."
The woodsman marks the map at a point just beyond the rim of Darkmooon Vale to the north.