Vendui', Aetherius.

Earlier this month, I had the privilege of being beckoned by blood to
the northern reaches of Khandava Forest. Upon my arrival to the redwood,
I was greeted by a village hunter, Aegnor Inglorion, who explained that
I had been called by the Sylayan kin that dwell within. The Mylani have
decided that this is the time to reveal themselves once more to the
outside world. When the elves of the Lalwan travelled through Khandava,
these few deigned remain, withdrawing from the world's sigh during the
demon incursions and sealing their home with earth magicks. Their
seclusion is no more.

Aegnor was kind enough to lead me on the path to the village, open the
gates for the first time in ages, and set me this task. He wishes the
aide of all who are willing to expand the library that rests in the
village's hunting lodge.

Anyone who brings literature, be it poetry, story, ritual, song, or any
other sort, will become a contender for some sort of recongnition, and
possible reward. All one must do is go to the village and give their
submission in the form of a letter, book, tome, or scroll to the snowy
owl.

I encourage everyone to visit the Mylani, explore their village, and
delve into the information on Sylayan heritage available in the hunting
lodge. Your support and aide in this task are most appreciated.

Diola lle,

Kanthari Lynne

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Fas, in the year 465 AD.