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Chi-Ji statue

Located at the Temple of the Red Crane in Krasarang Wilds

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Jinyu Waterspeaker - Krasarang Wilds

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Riverblade Flesh-hunter

“Sauroks are known to be an aggressive race living near the rivers and lakes of the Krasarang Wilds always lurking in careless adventurers...” _from Anubaranco’s travel notes

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[arandrian]

A treasure from a Rose.

I think the most often asked question I get, beyond, "What do you do?" is "Why do you do it?" The answer's always the same, and always just as simple. The world needs to be learned, and I don't know it all yet. I never will, really, but that's part of the fun. There's always, ALWAYS, going to be something new to discover. So I tell people, go for a walk. That fork in the road you pass every day into the city? Take the other path for a few minutes, see what you see. Whether you see just another tree with a branch curved a different way, or nothing but the same field of grass like the others around it, you'll find something new. You'll learn something. And you know what? You'll feel better, because you tried. Like this morning. I've never gone for a swim in Krasrang on the coast. This morning I did.

The forest in the Wilds is impressive, don't get me wrong. The trees there are so thick with vines, and brush that even Stranglethorn looks like a weed beside it. But the view under that water was beyond compare. Clear water is a rare thing, so when you have a chance, go and swim in it. There was an entirely different forest under those waves. Barnacles, seaweed, shells for miles, and the smattering of aquatic life. It was it's own world. Beautiful, and a bit haunting. There's always going to be a tickle in the back of your mind that's afraid of the deep dark ocean. Suppose I feel that a bit more than most, but it's something I always face with a smile. And that's a trick you can credit me fore. Don't care what it is. Sha, Demon, Scary mentor, the baker in Silvermoon arguing that you stole a crescent roll. Just smile. Eventually they'll either relent, or chase you with a rolling pin until you escape.

Those hurt, by the way. Just so you know. So I made my way out of the water, thankful for the morning sun and took to sketching. Dawn breaking through trees is one of the more picturesque visions you can be lucky enough to see. If you get up early enough, stare out a window, or again go for a walk. Krasarang was no different. Trees as far as you could see, canopy as thick as a kodo's hide, but the sun is always so stubborn that it finds its way through. Sometimes, even Eversong pales in comparison.

But enough about that. I had a mission. I'd already visited the breweries and stocked up on my mead, and a few gifts for my friends, so I needed to find my mark. Following a rose had pointed me to a particular spot, somewhere between the anglers, and the red crane temple. Between cast net, and stones of the temple. They were actually pretty clear directions, I'm just a blind fool when it comes to actually LOOKING for something. I've stumbled across more artifacts than I care to admit, if I'm to be honest. Anyhow. I decided to check the shoreline while I was there, and low and behold something struck me. There was an over sized piece of driftwood strewn in the sand. Had probably been a tree once, knocked over by the wind or some other force. I felt like I was looking at it for the first time though. Because I was thinking...where would I leave my bag if I didn't need it anymore. Somewhere safe, where I could hang it, and maybe be protected from the elements...perhaps except the water. Anyhow.

I put a hand on the wood, and just stared at the tree for the longest time. I always do that, when I notice some new detail about the land I'm in. I put my hand on it, and try to understand how it came to be. How did that crack form in that cliff face. Where'd that crater come from. What left those foot prints in the sand. Why am I standing hip deep in quick sand. You get used to life's little intricacies. I took a closer look, and found the reason. They were old, but scorch marks littered the top of the tree, and when I pried a bit loose, I found a few scraps of rusted metal still embedded in the wood. Probably an explosive round from back during the Horde invasion. I studied the bit of metal, and like the pack rat I am stowed it away. I'd clean it up later, maybe fashion it into something. Never know. I tore my sight away and looked around a bit more closely until I saw something curious. Leather. There was a strap sticking up out of one of the hollow joints in the wood. I reached in, and scared off some squirrel who'd been trying to sleep I suppose. He exchanged some rather irritated chattering at me, but returned to its covey once i'd pried the pack loose.

I carried it back into the angler's village, and studied it. It was old, probably had already been there a few years, and the leather was horribly cracked and faded. I was almost afraid to touch it, but curiosity is one of those things like breathing. You can try and hold it, but life just isn't the same without it. So I slowly pulled the straps open, and sadly one of them did break. I'd have to apologize for that when I saw her. Still I pressed on, and pulled the musty leather flap over, and peered inside. There was another leather binding, almost like a portfolio case. I thought to myself that was a bit odd, but I picked it up with the lightest touch possible, and opened it up. And then my jaw literally hit the floor.

Four drawings, hand sketched years ago. I could tell, because they were of the Jade Dragon Statue that still to this day lay in ruins in the jade forest after the armies clashing had toppled it over. They were stylishly done, and the vantages seemed to change rapidly from one to the other. A bit weather worn, and sadly I could only see the remnants of the signature as age had deteriorated most of it. Only two were left unfinished, likely abandoned in lieu of a better angle. Still, though, they were, like she promised, a treasure. I stared at them, and studied each and every single detail so closely I could likely have retraced them in my steps. I was careful to put them back, because you can't just leave that sort of stuff laying around, obviously. I don't know how much longer I spent staring at the case before I finally got called away. The boat was boarding, and I was due to get on it or get left. I didn't fancy the latter.

So I stowed the portfolio away in my own pack, and as a fitting tribute brought the damage leather satchel with me. I'd see if I could return to sender, or give it a proper burial somewhere. Probably my closet with the twenty other such bags I'd collected thus far. It's a problem. Don't blame me. It'd be good to see the city again, for at least a few days. (A very huge thank you to @hisrose for the amazing, unexpected prompt that inspired this story. I look forward to more!)

[lainingsilverpaw]

Headcanon time : Clothing

Since Lai grew up in the hot and humid Krasarang, she's really good at handling muggy weather. But since she lives in Elwynn, most of the time she's chilly. Very rarely does she wear short sleeves or thinner materials, even during summer. Another thing is she varely rarely wears pants. Her G'ma was a little old fashioned, and refused to let her wear anything besides dresses/robes. Lai has one outfit with pants, and that's the adventuring clothes!

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