Seeking Nemboreal

I’ve taken upon myself a task to seek out Nemboreal. Our town has been all but barren, with only sparse unhealthy trees and puddles. The task is to find and speak to this old soul about the possibility of providing foliage, either by his direction or planned carefully by exiles.


After careful examination of the last known location I have made my way into the thick and often dangerous forest. Presently I am attempting to glean information about his whereabouts from an associate of his, deep within the trees and amongst the high limbs. The language barrier is non-existent, so my training in tongues lays dormant for now.


I will remain in these woods and enjoy it’s wild beauty for now and occasionally speak with the associate.