As the council session continued, I felt compelled to share more about the encounter I had with Lorathil. I stepped forward, my voice steady as I addressed the assembled elves. "I must tell you all something," I began, my gaze sweeping across the room. "Lorathil, the Elven Gatekeeper, appeared to me in a dream. She spoke of the White Lady, who can help me tap into the power of Kosmos."
The council members exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of curiosity and skepticism. Before anyone could respond, an elderly elf with a long, flowing beard and eyes that seemed to hold centuries of wisdom stood up. "The White Lady you seek," he said, his voice deep and resonant, "is said to reside in the Misty Forest, south of Lothlindor. However, many believe her existence to be nothing more than a myth."
