Under the thick foliage of the ancient forest of Yewdalaugh, nestled between burly oaks, graceful beeches and mystic rowans stands high the ancient and sacred black yew, the one who has seen the ages of fey, giants and men, the one who serves as home and livelihood for thousands of creatures and beings that inhabit the magical forest.
There under it´s leaves and branches is where Frauleaf the master of the ancient ritual prays and intone his songs in praise of the old tree.
There under it´s leaves and branches is where Frauleaf the master of the ancient ritual prays and intone his songs in praise of the old tree.
