An urgent meeting was held today in closed chambers, nervous residents and townsfolk waiting patiently outside the doors. After a couple hours, one of the town officials emerge, hands shaking nervously. "Citizens and concerned visitors, the town of Cysaegir will be aiding the pressing call from Icemule, and we will be shipping a number of alchemical ingredients to the town in preparation of a meeting to be held this coming Niiman. We have also been hard at work all day preparing soulstones - these supplies are essential if we hope to knock the confluence off its current path, which is heading directly toward Elanthia." A man exits the chambers, taps the official on the shoulder, and begins to whisper to him. The official nods slowly, but continues, "We are confident that the planned ritual will work. Our goal is to knock the confluence off its current path so that it will only graze the edges of Elanthia, and spare us any harm. Your cooperation is greatly appreciated, and we will keep you updated as necessary. Thank you."

He bows to the crowd and returns to the chamber, shutting the door behind him.

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~ Haliste ~
The Forest Gnome of Silverwood Manor