The towns of Larylia bordered a humid jungle. Trees taller than castles, and thicker than a carriage, with a cornucopia of exotic plants and fungus growing at their base. The air smelled far different from the usual forest. The heavy moisture seemed to enhance the aromas of the plant and wildlife. Aurelia enjoyed the experience immensely, as did her future husband Zinjo.
The pair hadn't intended on making a foray into the jungle, but the attack of man-made magical creatures made them answer the call of action. Aurelia secretly admitted the usual socialite itinerary no longer held much interest for her. After her trek across the kingdoms near Shadowfen, what could a tea party possibly provide?
Zinjo used his partisan like a walking stick and strode shoulder to shoulder next to Aurel
