Through the Veil of Stergene
Ambling through the lands, where the mist wraps as a tender embrace, I found myself favoring the terrain of Stergene. Let’s just say, the air hums a song only nightingales dare to croon. However, the compass needle here seems to dance its own fandango, so heed my warning—do not trust it without a second opinion, probably a wise old owl.
While in the bustling market town of Nexcory, I discovered a curious blend of gentlemanly troublesome gnomes around the central fountain. A local seller, claiming descent from the "Fabled Gilderminks,” tried enticing me with... let’s say, novelty gadgets unspoken for in rational domains.
The highlands above Caelum Peak offer a view so splendid that clouds themselves appeared meek in comparison. Watch out for the wind up there; it carries secrets of vanished civilizations, whispering tales that jest with any dyspeptic samaan of hidden treasure.