Jake and Emily sauntered down the narrow path, gazing at the fresh daffodils which danced like gypsies bathed in dew. The greenery here wasn’t the tame, well-maintained royal garden of Valenwood. It was wild and free and teeming with the spirit of life. As they followed the path down to where it bent in the dense undergrowth, it led them to a bed of lichens teeming with a wide variety of peculiar wild ferns which only grew in Sylvarium. Half a mile down the road, they were greeted with the songs of swallows and mockingbirds. They kept following the path till it disappeared inside a field of short green grass.
A hundred towers carved out of ancient oak trees stood watch over the kingdom of Sylvarium. Elven Sages, draped in green and gold stood guard with their longbows and quivers. Thick g
