"I give Greetings Kinsmen, Friends, Travelers and Honoured Enemies. "
"Today marks the end of The Sundered Guards journeys upon the World of Telon. After a full month of pondering the request of Lady Protector Romans DeMalum and trying to figure out another option to no avail, The Elder Council has acted in favor of her request."
The Herald places his worn callosed hand upon the great Tree within the heart of the Clearing. After a few moments it begins to glow with a deep emerald glow.
"It is done, the way to Telon is sundered from the mighy Tree, should any wish to return there.. you must seek out The Aldarem."
A small acorn drops from the branches far overhead to land in the palm of the dwarfs hand. Closing his fingers over the precious seed he turns to walk into the hollows to place this seed in the soil besides other fourteen sapplings that make up The Aldarem.
