vancey's Lair

At the edge of the cold spring lies a sacred wood. The farther in you go, the less the sun can pierce through the trees. That isn't to say that the wood isn't thriving, and full of light! A faint magenta glow illuminates a path that leads to a clearing. The elders and those more spiritual than others within the clan call this their home, and if you listen close enough, you can almost hear faefolk wishing you well along your journey.