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The Lost Lodge

Centuries ago, a fine Elvish Inn Keeper, owned and ran an Inn where many elves and other travelers could rest and dine in comfort. It was nestled high in a sturdy oak tree and would still be there today if the magic that defended the city had not faltered and removed the whole of the city and the surrounding area.

Recently, several decades ago, the Inn was re-discovered when the city now called Myth Coramanth re-appeared. The Inn was discovered by the city’s Rangers, and it’s new where a bouts are a closely guarded secret. Its hiding spot has been camouflaged, both naturally and with the Rangers’ magic. It is still nestled in that same massive oak tree, only now the Inn sits high above the surrounding pines native to the Rawlings Wood. The Inn itself arrived undamaged only now the entire Southern facing wall of the Inn is missing, like some one cut it off, like you would slice a block of cheese.

The Rangers now use the old inn as a private lodge of sorts, the Lodge is often empty. The scouts of Myth Coramanth come and go, sometimes to refill needed supplies which they have taken to storing there. Various supplies can be found in the Lodge, leather for making repairs to equipment, bow strings, a cache of arrows, dried foods and the like. Sometimes they seek its shelter during particularly bad storms. Its high placement makes it an ideal place for hunting game, or trespassers.

On occasion large numbers of scouts will meet there for the trading of news and goods. Such gatherings are rare, but have resulted in great feast and celebrations.

Now, large wooden chairs are tucked away here and there, the cupboards are full and a single figure sits motionless at one of the corner tables. A small carving knife and a bit of bone that has been masterfully shaped into a stag leaping over a large rock lay on the table.

Erevin sits at the sturdy beautifully carved wooden table near the Southern overlook from the Lodge. It has been a good night, the wind is warm and the night sky is clear. The Lodge is empty except for him, his eyes are closed and he is deep in silent reverie, re-living the time his father had brought him to the Lodge for the first time. There were many there to welcome him, they ate and drank long into the night and had a great hunt the following day and feasted that night. Being in the outdoors surrounded by his brothers… it was a good day.