Dale follows the road into the grove of beautiful golden trees. He has never seen anything like them before. As he travels the road up the Goldleaf Ridge, he imagines himself as Valekai, seeing this surreal scene for the very first time. Did he appreciate the beauty that was about him? Or was his mind so demented that he could not even focus on the trees? Seeing the beauty of the land around him makes Dale want to protect it. He desperately hopes that he can uncover Valekai's secrets, but he most certainly does not want to destroy this place to do it.
As if snapping out of a reverie, Dale looks around him and notices a large flat boulder, the height of a table. "This rock will be perfect to write upon. I wonder if I can find something to sit on?" Dale begins to search on top of the ridge for a small boulder or stump that could serve as a stool.
As if snapping out of a reverie, Dale looks around him and notices a large flat boulder, the height of a table. "This rock will be perfect to write upon. I wonder if I can find something to sit on?" Dale begins to search on top of the ridge for a small boulder or stump that could serve as a stool.