Chapter23: Trading The Scepter

LORRY SPRINGSTONE'S/KELLY THOMPSON'S POV Elowen, to whom we can be but eternally grateful, takes us to a small cottage nestled among towering trees. The structure seems to grow organically from the forest floor, its walls blending seamlessly with the surrounding foliage. As we approach, I notice intricate carvings adorning the wooden door - spirals and leaves that seem to shift and dance in the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above. Elowen places her palm against the carvings, and the door swings open silently. "Please, make yourselves comfortable," she says, gesturing us inside. "I know this must all be overwhelming for you." The interior of the cottage is cozy and warm, filled with soft fabrics and glowing crystals that cast a soothing light. Eden immediately gravitates toward a shelf lined with curious objects - feathers, stones, and what appear to be small vials filled with shimmering liquids. "Careful," Elowen warns gently. "Some of those are quite potent." I sink in