T’was Joma, the 34th of Mals welcome, 1328 when our tale did beg. It starts when for an unkown reason kdness of the heart reaches out to a fledglg druid. It was a cool night the stars shone bright through the canopy of branches at the crossroads of Lauel. imma start over Hail this book is random i strted writing it and it did not work out mispellings left and write