Ilvren: Right Place Maybe, Wrong Time Definitely

A path leading through a forest with heavy undergrowth and large, straight tree-boles.It was the third night on that wild scamper across half of Veran, the race to make Port Aravas and take ship to preserve what we could. We were in the Eastveld, the home of the Irjharai—the Arayai, nomads who follow the endris herds.  Click to read the rest on our NEW SITE…  (We’ve moved)

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