Solhaven

Ordim leapt up from the ground and thanked Rohese profusely for the scrapbooking workshop she had just held. He rushed out from Cafe Dumont and into the streets of Solhaven like a blur past North Market before ducking into an alleyway. Eventually, the city streets gave way to wood paneling and robed figures moving swiftly through shadowy halls. Ordim giggled at each as he passed on his way to a well-decorated office.

The heavy office doors slammed shut and Ordim giggled nervously. The meeting was hard to judge if successful or not but Ordim assumed it had gone well. The vellum in his hand curled up as he rushed down the hall and into the meeting room before being slapped onto the table with confidence. A small cloud of crumbs fell to the ground as Ordim rushed out of the room and onto his next stop.

On the Vellum left in the meeting room:

*A large piece of brown fabric has been crudely cut into the rough shape of a manticore. Spring-like cuts of white ribbon bulge out from odd angles from the manticore while coin-shaped silvery shards of metal have been partially stuck through and wedge into the vellum itself. A collection of figures clothed in dark cloaks seem to be tossing the coins towards the manticore.* We should buy this.

Four Winds Isle


The thick jungle foliage stretched out overhead for what seemed like an eternity. It was one of the few times that Ordim was happy to be shorter, allowing him to cut through the less dense undergrowth of the jungle. Even without having to fight the thick growth, it was slow to travel and Ordim found himself more often face down in the ground than upright and walking. After several hours of hard travel, Ordim came upon a small clearing with a small boulder almost perfectly centered within it.

Ordim weighted down the blue paper with several handfuls of freshly baked muffins. He glanced around nervously a few times to ensure he wasn't followed before calling out to no one "Stormcrows are the priority if you can!" Happy that either his words or his writing would get the message where it needed to be he began his long trip back to town.

On the paper left behind

*Crooked and broken lines scatter about the page in various widths. The jumble of lines forms a cartoonish representation of a storm cloud and crows circling underneath. A jagged lightning bolt of yellow ribbon strikes out from the fluffy gray wool storm cloud. The black crows colored in by what looks like tea leaves rubbed roughly into the paper.* Storm Crows first, others second! Many muffins

Wyrom says, "Ordim is the reason savants won't be coded as well."