"Well," Lassim replied, wasting no time, pulling the notebook from his magic pouch. Opening it to the page with the storm elemental's sketch, he handed it to Varen. "Have you seen or heard of anything like this in the East Grove? An elemental being… lots of black and red lightning and probably connected to the Tempest's Cradle?."
Varen's brow furrowed as he studied the drawing. He took his time, studying the sketched arcs of jagged lightning. Lassim waited, his arms crossed.
Finally, Varen closed the notebook and handed it back with a shake of his head. "No," he said simply. "I've meditated in the East Grove quite a few times over the last 5 years that I've been here. It's intense there, sure, but I've never seen anything like this or any kind of signs of an elemental. It's always just been the same, brutal tempest and higher density mana, compared to other areas."
