A few days later I mounted faithful Cedric and we flew to the island called the Crow’s Nest. The island itself was a mass of boulders and jagged rocks set in the middle of the Lavis river, in the midst of frothing and roaring white water. Even in the deepest of winters this portion of the Lavis never freeze. The water, falling steeply from out of the towering High Kanris, sweeps down and between the rocky banks of the river in a terrible fury. Mists constantly filled the air in the ravine created by the river, and in the middle of the winter this moving mist coated the entire island in sheets of thick clear ice.
As a young lad training in the arts of wizardry at St. Rolla, Master Breen and I would come to this island to fish. The waters trailing the island formed a natural pool of calm an
