The Scouts' Retreat is a mysterious, ever shifting landscape, layered with fog. The earth here is always green, and the air crisp, rejuvenating even the most weary of travelers.
A crystal cold stream weaves through this place, tumbling over hills and hiding under mossy cliffs, never truly beginning or ending. Daylight never seems to reach this place, and silvery clouds frequently obscure the heavens. Even the moonlight is made patchy through the quilt of clouds.
"It's like if winter had a summer." Is how Bloodmoon gruffly puts it.
And indeed, he isn't wrong. The flora here is clearly in the throes of midsummer, while the atmosphere is that of a late autumn afternoon.
The prey here is plentiful; voles and squirrels thrive on the excess of nuts and berries, and swans frequent the tributaries of the winding river.
The breeze ruffles and soothes the pelts of world-weary scouts, and there are many dens to rest in, although they are never the same more than once.
Bloodmoon and Robinclaw make their nests here. It is said only trained scouts can make it in and out of this strange place without getting endlessly lost. You can often find them swimming in the cool waters, or basking on the cliffs, casting sapphire gazes out over their domain.
Unexpectedly, Bloodmoon brings you something that looks like a gift. You are about to thank them but Bloodmoon comments that it's only something you need, nothing special.
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