"Hello. I remember you. Do you remember me? It is I, Weaver, lover of the Butterflies. We met in the Evinar Gardens.
"I come here to the lake often. It is a favourite spot for my butterflies, they come here in vast numbers, and settle along the shores as a giant blanket of rainbow colours.
"But recently I am disturbed, because their numbers have dwindled. The butterflies do not like this place any longer, and I too feel a horrible restlessness here, something disturbing.
"Until today, I was not sure. I thought perhaps I was letting my imagination get the better of me, but, well, you can see for yourself.
"The water churns, bubbles.. and boils. Lake Tamult has never been such, as though some great heat were warming the water from below.
"It has not only disrupted all boating, but also the natural way of things in this area. Something is very wrong here, and it hurts me to see the Lake in such a way.
"If there is anything that you could do about it, I ask you please to do so. But no, I doubt you have the power to discover what is wrong. I have heard that even those of the Guild of Magics have no idea, though they would never admit it, of course.
"Still. There is another place. The Guild of Mystics. They are even more secretive than the Guild of Magics. Many wonder if anyone even lives there, or if they are all dead from long ago, because none have been seen entering or leaving for many years.
"Yes. They at the Guild of Mystics, if they are still alive, may know. But getting their attention is close to impossible." |
