Murky Mountains, Ulier Continent.
Deep within the danger-filled jungles of this vast stretch of land, a gnome lived in seclusion.
A narrow cave remained hidden among twisted roots and hanging vines. Inside, the gnome silently worked, surrounded by bundles of dried herbs, stone bowls, and crystal vials.
He crushed leaves and seeds with precision that he had honed after centuries of practice. A medicinal fragrance drifted in the cave as he brewed potions and tinctures by hand.
At the mouth of a cave, a black wolf lay sprawled across its entrance. His body appeared relaxed, his eyes closed as if he were asleep. Yet, his ears twitched ever so slightly from time to time, and the muscles underneath his dark fur coiled.
Though slumbering, the wolf remained alert, guarding the cave against anyone who dared approach.
