You approach a rather dim, dry area that seems to be over run with trees. A myst seems to be floating all around you and it envelops you. You look around, unable to see or even move.

Suddenly, a small face appears out of no where. A strange elvish creature seems to be circling you over and over again. You look and find that she is staring at you, looking you over.

The mysts subside.

"What was that?" you ask.

"Nothing, really, that was one of the Gryphon's doings, so don't ask me," she says. "I just told him to stop."

"Why was I in that?" you persist, not knowing whether or not you are welcome.

"This gryphon did not know if you were friendly enough to enter this region. She did not know that you were a wanderor," she remarks. "Besides, she needed the practice."

You think for a while, and finally ask, "Practice for what?"

"Why protecting this area. We hope to give a home to a Talorian," the girl continues. "They are small, pixie-like creatures. We are hoping to give a home to our first."

"Oh..." you say, still a bit perplexed. "Talorians?"

"No one really knows too much about them," she says. "However, we hope to learn."

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