LittleSongbird's Clan

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Along the grasses and bamboo of the lower steppes, tucked away in a small basin, a clump of bamboo grows sparsely, but is full of life. Carved into the sides of some of the largest, thickest pieces are dens, while others are scattered along the base of the reedy grass. To one side, there is a makeshift alchemy pot with an odd Fae perched along the edge, oblivious to your presence, or perhaps, entranced with his work. Near the center of the small clan, there is a modest shrine built out of canvas and bamboo, that houses a glass vase of the Windsinger himself, and offerings of treasure, feathers, compasses, and bound scrolls. Dragons swoop in and out of the area, there is amble chatter, and a sense of peace hangs in the air. The area gives off a calm, welcoming air.


It seems you've been spotted. A sparkling green Spiral wearing a hand-painted mask descends in a series of graceful spins and flips, until she lands before you, yellowish wings tucking against her sides. A warm breeze seems to dance between the two of you.

"Welcome to the Clan of Bamboo Kites. I am Serimir. For what reason have the winds brought you here?"