Explorer Logs

A new energy is humming in the Sanctuary tonight. In the Academic Quarter plaza, a small crowd has gathered. Silas is pinning the first-ever hard copy of the Daily Chronicle to a magnificent new notice board, its redwood frame still smelling of Elara's workshop.
At the same time, standing at the edge of the central meadow, you feel something new. Placing a hand on D'Oak's trunk, you feel a slow, deep resonance... a thrum of life. It's the Heartwood Echo. You can sense the quiet satisfaction from Rhys's workshop, the focused study in Elena's library, and the deep, communal rest settling over the valley. The world is suddenly speaking to you in a new language.