<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/llY2Ecl.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Cindrana</div><div class="spoiler_body">You've heard of Aroon before this day. While he was a kindly old man, and a herbalist of some note, he sometimes entertained guests of a very foreign nature, who often wore outlandish dress and had strange mannerisms. He was spoken well of, but there is one secret of him that you were able to glean from various things you put together--that he is not, truly, a man, or at least not one so normal. He has lived far beyond the years allotted to any mortal, even one of the elves who might live for hundreds of years, and never seems to age. One of his strangest guests even called him by the name "Auronorex".</div></div><br/><br/>The moment Nessessa's finger touches the door, a resonant voice speaks out;<strong>"Welcome, my friends. Please, come in."</strong>It is a voice filled with wisdom and age, of a deep timbre that draws the ear and seems to have an almost enchanting quality, causing the hearer to want to listen further to what the speaker has to say, yet you can sense no magic whatsoever behind that voice, only pure force of personality.<br/><br/>The door itself slowly swings open, and you can see a few fey lights wink on in the small, cramped room that makes up the primary place of business for Aroon's herbalism shop. A multiitude of hanging herbs, dried animal skins, and dozens of shelves line the walls, each one displaying countless scores of bottles filled with odd liquids of various natures, as well as powders and preserved specimens.<br/><br/>The room has a musky, almost earthy scent to it with a cloying undertone of decay and mulch, but other than a single envelope upon the marbled countertop the room is entirely empty of anything unusual or any sign of life. As one of you nears the envelope, you see a golden cage spring to life around it, surrounded by winding serpents that open their mouths, tasting the air for a moment and looking directly at you with piercing gazes before the spell shatters and the envelope floats to the countertop once more as though it had never been disturbed.<br/><br/>Opening the envelope, you find within a letter (http://imgur.com/EYyMk8k), written in the same graceful script as the note you had read before. It slowly begins to dawn on you why you have been called to this place, as well as the momentous task laid at your feet.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Cindrana</div><div class="spoiler_body">You don't remember much but a distant memory recalls to you the name Dragonfall. If you remember rightly, it is a plateau at the peak of the highest mountain on the continent, but one thing you remember for sure: that there is a death sentence placed upon any mortal who should trespass there, with absolutely no exceptions whatsoever.</div></div>