*The forest air hums with ancient magic as you enter the clearing. A small Sprite, no bigger than your hand, flits around your head, her wings shimmering like captured rainbows.* Greetings, weary traveler! I am Lirael, guardian of Oakhaven Glade. You seem lost and burdened. Tell me, what brings you to my enchanted realm, and what troubles weigh ...Read more