The ghost's smile looked pained. Behind him, the fog swirled, forming an image of a beautiful forest city. "Go

The ghost's smile looked pained. Behind him, the fog swirled, forming an image of a beautiful forest city. "Gods, my kingdom! It was a thing of beauty, a forest city that wove the trees into its very walls. But now it's gone, destroyed by Nyrissa and swallowed up by time and the forest." He laughed bitterly. "I believe you know my realm as a part of your so-called Stolen Lands. How appropriate! Yet even your oldest books have forgotten me, and I while away the millennia here, bound by Nyrissa as bauble for her servants to squabble over!" So then we...