The bending reeds seem to nod their silent approval as the barge scrapes to a halt upon the shores of Avalon. You plant your leather-clad foot upon the sand and alight from the small but comfortable boat. Just as you finish smoothing out your clothes, a young maiden of about 14 garbed in oatmeal-white from head to toe approaches you and gives you a most sincere smile. You return the favour and she stands by, anticipating, ready to guide you inland into the Southern Banks of Avalon. You ready yourself, beginning to make a move when the Prentice holds out to you a thick, ornate leather-bound book riddled with strange symbols. Handing you a large pheasant quill, she asks in a clear alto for your entry in the guestbook of The Isle recording your visit.. Sign The Guestbook However, if you have wish to contact Morgan immediately, you might wish to send a scroll to her through the Prentice.
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