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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