>>5408956>>5408997>>5409026>>5409064>>5409133>>5409570Looking Amaranth up and down again, you reason that he is about the same age as you. Over the many years that you have dwelled the Underdark, you have seen so much. The bones of dead civilizations, and the oddities of still-living ones, all different from the Ilythiiri. Nature's wonders, which awed even you with their splendor.
And now you are come to this world, a foreigner whose boots tread alien soils. Willing or no, curiosity possesses you - what better way to sate it than to listen to the tales of a settled adventurer? "You have walked the Realms for long. Tell me of your travels."
The High Sorcerer is caught off-guard by your request, but his visage conveys that he is more than happy to oblige. "Have you heard of Tashalar, Sindiira?" You shake your head. So many names have you heard of surfacer lands, yet there are always ever more. "Ah. This way, please. There is something that I would like you to see." Humming to himself, Amaranth begins ascending the spiral staircase, beckoning you to follow.
Cywir guides you to a table encircled by stacks of books, upon which rests a map of the Realms in near-mint condition. He points out your current location in the north, the Silver Marches, to provide you with a reference point. The illustration that you see challenges many fundamental assumptions that you have long held about the world. All of it is so... expansive, varied, unique. And you are small.
