you are keyleth of the air ashari.
all fucking week you've been getting these cryptic, increasingly plaintive messages from a woman who you have figured out from context is a friend of orym, begging for your help
you tell them to pick a tree. you ask them what exactly they need.
they do not pick a tree. they do not tell you any more details. they keep asking the same question, again and again, like you have not indicated your willingness to help them.
you get tired of the sending relays and decide to take matters into your own hands. you look for orym. you'll find a tree yourself.
he blocks your scry.
every day keyleth wakes up













