Bloomfrost

Turtlefleck and I arrived at Whisperland Sanctum quite excited that our journey had begun. Our excitement, however, was short-lived as there didn't seem to be any merfae in this particular clan. We met some very friendly dragons and a couple of kinda cranky ones that didn't seem to be happy with the questions we asked of them. But, all in all, it was a pretty neat little sanctuary. Not enough water for me, though. Only one huge waterfall that spilled into a gorgeous splash pool that flows into a stream. I doubt any kind of merfolk lives there. At least we didn't see any.

True to form TurtleFleck's recklessness has led us into yet another site. She claims she can 'smell the sea here' but for my part, I smell nothing but the long dry desert sands and the ovenbaked heat of dragons who have lived too long in the sun. Still, we have managed to settle in with a pod of Aqueorrem (the spelling of such a word eludes me). They communicate primarily through a form of sign language, which I assume originates from the far depths, as none of it is familiar to me from our childhood. They are large, and pardon the expression, rather toothy, but they seem well enough. Their leader, a female named Euryale (I can only assume this name is common where she is from) has granted us sanctuary with them. While they are not Merfae by any means, TurtleFleck insists they cannot be far removed. Until my research concludes otherwise, I shall have to take her word for it. Still, I cannot utterly deny there is something here worth investigating. If only it weren't so dry!