Heartsglade
The trip to the elven village known in the common tongue as heartsglade is a slow one, with Kelem up the front chatting to the mage rarely and the other elf Sylvestra walking alongside Neliwen.
The group travelled up river to a point where Kelem knew a shallow ford, crossing with ease, all the while Rivka keeping an eye behind
It is almost dusk when you come to a slight clearing where the tree's, though natural looking, are further apart. The area is quite a sight, with natral looking huts in tree's made of wood that looks like it has grown out, to make natural abodes. Upon the center of the village are three huge trees, with staircases, separated by about 20 feet each making a triangle. The natural stairs assend up the tree into the branches.
Both Kelem and Sylvestra say their goodbye's, the male nodding to the made and even smiling at Newlian, while Sylvestra hugs the woman and skips after the surly ranger, the two talking as they disappear. Zarmatan stands at the base of the stairs to the main three tree's. "As Newlian knows, this is Heartsglade to most, a elven village that has seen some hard times. My old friend called me here, as you have been led here. We will meet him soon, but first we must pay respects to Princess Almeseria."
Zarmatan glares at you all. "Show her respect or so help me, i'll turn ye into a mouse and feed ya to the owls." He then starts up the stairs.
The group follow, the only person having been here (Newilen), more sure than the others. Even then, she knew this led to the formal area of the courts, private chambers of the leaders of Heartsglade and meeting places.
It was perhaps 10 minutes of climbing when you came to a central platform, connected to all three trees like a giant viewing platform, but all that could be seen was lights, leaves and trees. The platform was clear of clutter, only holding two thrones, several seats and a table, holding refreshments. Upon the smaller of the two thrones sat a elven woman, hair golden like the sun, and eyes equally as golden. her hair was drawn back by a circlet of silver with a blue stone at the forehead. She wore a beautiful robe of silver with green, orange and blue accents.
Other than her, there were two other people. One was a male with elven blood, in light elven chainmail and a sward at his side. The other was one of the oldest eleven men you had ever seen, with grey hair, wrinkles and a warm smile. He held a staff of oak with a pink stone in it's top, and wore white robes with lavender and green.
The old man walked up with a smile, and the woman held her hand up as she saw him. "Great one....it does my heart joy to see you again."
The wizard visibly winced as he looked at her, but bowed. "Princess Almeseria....it has been far too long since we have seen each other."
The woman chuckled. "Indeed....i was but a girl back home then, bothering a human with questions of magic."
Zarmatan smiled. "You were never a bother Highness...and remember what i told you then? 'Never apologise for having questions.'"
The woman nodded, then looked at Neliwen. "It is also good to see you back Neliwen."
While She addressed her and looked at the group, Zarmatan approached the old elf and hugged him, whispering in his ear. He turned and again addressed the woman. "These, highness, are the group i told you may come.....not what i thought, but here none the less." He looked at the group. ""This is Almeseria....High princess of Evermeet, fourth in line and second cousin to the king, and ruler of Heartsglade"