Before I left Koenigsburg, I learned that Alfwyrd Grove is run by a man named Karol Stormsinger.  Apparently as a child he “sang” a storm into being over his family’s farm, then sat in the middle while it raged.  I had heard tales of a good man, strong but gentle.  What I found was certainly strong.  Terrifyingly powerful.  But there was nothing good or gentle in it.  I have contacted the mercenary Guilds in Koenigsburg – there are three.  I leave it more experienced hands to deal with the madness I found, and I thank all the gods that I escaped with my life.

This is what little I learned: Karol Stormsinger.

Don’t go into that forest, friends, not for love nor money.

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