The breeze swept softly up the cliffsides near the Great Tree in Arkane, causing the hair of the young elf reading beneath it to stir slightly. However, Lyan's thoughts could not be distracted as he poured over the pages of a worn, leather bound diary. His fingers trembled each time he turned the page of the former Master's diary. Ursah had stumbled upon it while she was trying to piece together the history of the Ka'vanth, and the history and information it produced demanded that the manuscript be treated with care.

Taking a breath and gazing west across the vast ocean, Lyan took a moment to reflect on the last passage in the diary which he had related to Ursah just a day earlier. "His final resting place," he quietly mused under his breath. "And to think that he chose some glade in the Vallenwoods". Lyan sighed and continued gazing out over the waves to some distant point on the horizon where he could sense the birthright of all elves calling. With thin lips curling into a small sneer, Lyan relished the idea of beginning a search for a lost Ka'vanth, or at the very least irritating the Sha'falas with the Dark Kin patrols that were bound to start increasing in the Vallenwoods.