First Steps Beneath the Boughs of Shadowglen
Mardant Strongoak greeted me as "my brother," and I nearly wept into the sigil. He said he would be my mentor and guide, and that I should return as often as I like. He spoke of the call of the Emerald Dream, which will someday take hold of me, and of long years of hibernation among the purest forms of things. I nodded gravely. I did not ask whether there would be snacks in the Dream. I will ask next time.
Terunne Bearshaper also called a greeting and asked whether I cared to learn to gather leather from slain beasts, or needed new tools.
