Many questions still roamed the mind of Wardruna. Her thoughts going back to just days prior, where she and Sreda had taken a little trip to the great Tree of Life. Wardruna simply just felt she didnt know enough - maybe she knew more then she should yet to sooth her wondering she decided it best to seek the audience of those she knew very well had first-paw knowledge of this themselves: The High Priestess and High Augur of Elysium, Valeska and Amaranth.

Her journey would take her south of Avon claim and she would call out for the leaders to waste no time in seeking them, yet still would keep up her pace as she sniffed for any fresh scents of them. By the time dawn broke, she found herself north-west, skirting at the edge of the royal wisteria woodland where death had squeezed the color from the once vibrant leaves into dead and withered sticks. If her first time coming here had been during fruiting season, perhaps she would have found it far more remarkable.