PAXLAIR - June 1, 1999 - Nightstorm

Zanthor walked into the small hut and Removed his armor. The old one sat before a small fire, on which a pot was brewing.

"Ahh, What can I do for ye Knight, it has been long since we last spoke."
"Yes it has Duvar, I have a need for your services," replied the Knight
"Do you mean..."
"Yes, and this is a tall one."

And with that I Duvar, The Hermit set out on one of my toughest jobs yet. You see I am no ordinary hermit, I travel between the worlds. Yes the worlds which Mundane created so long ago... The Knight of PaxLair had a large request indeed, But as luck, no, perhaps destiny, would have I found it the first place I looked.

Mine instructions were simple, to go to as many shards as possible, and search the town of Yew for a magic Harp and a Dryad woman named silver. After that I was to return from my dream like trance to our world where Zanthor had been watching me for further instructions. Imagine my surprise when upon entering one of the larger pieces of Sosaria to find a thriving town in Yew, and upon checking the citizen ship papers in the library. I saw the name Silver, and she was a Dryad too. With that I awoke and told of my glorious news, to a rather anxious Knight.

He kept repeating, "Could it really be true, is it possible. Now I must travel there! Teach me Duvar, Or you shall have to go in my place...Oh and we must tell Aurora!"