King Elk Forest We stir up the truth, but it's never to harm, steeped in

When the choir came to hush and the forest was silent, Cenric stood by his sister’s side. An antler fits perfectly around her neck. It makes her look strong. A proud, brotherly smile spreads on his face. The look suits you.

He started down upon the second half that was pushed towards him. Such a powerful object, these antlers. When he was a boy he would’ve never expected to wear them around his neck, and yet there he was, pulling them over his head.

The antlers made Célnes look strong. They made Cenric look like a god. The feeling they gave him slowly flowed through his veins, and got faster as he turned to look at his sister.

Let’s find her.