Sarka, southwest farm, the fallows, Klos 19th, 350AC, 14:10  (underground, 65 degrees, crescent moon)

You walk through the fields of shrooms, and enter the forest of purple byllka pods.  The ground here is very soft and spongy, and you feel that the soil and mulch must be pretty deep.  Here and there are pods that have fallen over.  Some look like they fell down recently, others are decomposing into the soil.  Several small dark insectoid creatures with glowing purple spots flit or clatter around in the background.

You each sense the ‘proper’ path to take, influenced by the warm presence.  “This way.  We will meet by the Awkyn Thorn.” You walk up and down ridges of soil, around mushroom pods, and soon find yourselves looking down to an area where the ground levels off.  Several lanterns have been placed around the periphery, but instead of the usual dim yellow flickering, they glow with a steady purple light.  Three badders stand near a 3 meter tall black spike that juts from the earth.  They wear rust colored robes.  The one in the middle is much taller than the others (around 5′).  He holds out his clawed hand and one of the flying crab-beetles flitters down and lands on it.

“Good, you are here.  I am called Silfrarr.  I am unique in that I have no place here in Ukrul.  I am nobility without title, an unwilling soldier, and an illegal mindrender.  I can sense the various factions here without being part of any.  Some of them want to destroy you.  Others want to use you for their own games of power.  At the moment I offer you peace and knowledge…”