Thalenvale

A small valley extends before you as the first rays of the dawn flash through the leaves of the trees and makes the grass shine like bits of jade.

A village lies down the path you are taking.

You can hear the sound of a river in the distance, and birds chirping in nearby trees.

A breeze comes up, making the grasses ripple and the leaves of the trees rustle, carrying with it the scent of fresh baked bread,stew, and ale from the nearby tavern.

"This is my valley...", the wind seems to whisper.

As you turn in the direction of the sound, you see a large red squirrel furre standing at the edge of the woods from whence you came.

"...Be at peace. And welcome."

And with that he seems to fade away into the woods as if he was never really there.