[right][b][i]... in the living forest...[/i][/b][/right]
	Glim and Velsigny were traipsing carefully through the forest. They'd been charged by a frail old potion maker to find a special herb; "primula tantum," a little white primrose that he needed desperately for one reason or another. Glim walked ahead, holding her sword out of it's sheath in fear of the living trees. Vel walked much more at ease, happy to be out in nature again.