Welcome to the heart of Mystwynd!
The mouse smiles quietly and motions you to come and follow her. She leads you through a small side tunnel, which turns out to be a main system that branchs out into a confusing network of caves and crevices. Finally, through a small crack in the rock face, you exit the myrid depths and stand outside on the brink of a steep and chilly-looking valley where the sun always smiles, but never quite seems to drive away the morning mist. The constant fog gives an eerie halfhidden feeling to the place and a sensation of time standing still. The mousemaid leads you down a beaten path to the center of the island and you are faced with a steep and dark wall with only one break in it as far as the eye can see in either direction. The gates are intricately carved with slender lines gracefull shapes that formed a language you couldn't read nor understand when the small mouse bobbed past you to a small slit in the towering door and muttered a few words. They begin to open slowly and you go through the gate and enter into the heart of Mystwynd Isle.
