Two weeks had passed since Nyrielle entered Ashlynn's vision and spent an intimate evening together exploring Ashlynn's memory of the Holy Festival of Light. Since then, Nyrielle had concluded her business with her uncle, Tausau before turning her carriage northwest and heading deep into the territory of her great-grandsire.
The Tangled Wood was a massive domain, larger than the Vale of Mists had been even under her grandsire Torbin's rule. At its core, the Tangled Wood was a densely overgrown forest with massive pines and towering hemlock trees that stood hundreds of feet tall and crowded close enough together to cast the ground under their canopy into perpetual twilight.
