The flowers in full bloom send a sweet scent through the air and within you with each breath. The area is well shaded with trees full with life. Birds fluttering and chirping, the wind lightly blowing its breeze to cool off those relaxing under the shade trees awaiting a nice afternoon story.
Strown about were small portions of what was once a large tree now places for the people to sit. Some had wood planks attached to them to make a bench.
Just to the north you spot a small group of vendors selling their meats, pottery, clothing or some selling just utter nonsense like birds that bring you luck when the moon is full on a thursday or something like that.
A large wooden seat fashioned from tree branches gave the Aged-old Elven Story Teller the image of a woodland king on his throne.
The patrons and children all love his stories and freely give coinage to him for the wonders he tells them. He gladly excepts in honor even though he has no need for wealth.
There is a sign at the edge of his Seat saying
THE STORY TELLER
For the Adventurous souls seeking a new place to explore. I give you.
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This will take youBack to my home page
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