Zanarthu Blackrose has left the area, heading east towards Grand Citadel of Shadow.

Ghost of Aurora floated through the gate, disappearing into thin air after a moment. Where the sunlight kissed the tree-line a single blue rose bloomed.

Into the foyer slipped a shadow. It flickered aimlessly about before settling to darken the mahogany table. The rest of the room remained warmly lit. Daylight filtered in from behind gossamer curtains.

From the shadow a form began to rise. It was a scroll. The scroll began to levitate, taking with it the shadow. The scroll unraveled in midair. A faint chuckle filled the room as the shadow on the scroll rose off like black steam, whirling to form the loose figure of a human. They read the scroll through, once more to double check, and gave a satisfied nod. With a flourish they signed the document, rolled it back up, and set it gently back on the table.

a great stirring

deep in the cave.

the green fluttered

as it stirred

the light shafts flickered and deep from within there was a great rumble as it stirred, disturbed from it's casual slumber