Northstar Vale You know me, you know my way in.

It had been merely a week since he had left Rivenwood. Calcifer still wasn't sure how to feel. He was constantly on the move, something he was unfamiliar with. Though his size did not diminish he could feel the soreness in his body. However, the feeling was that of gained muscle. So stagnant in Rivenwood, Calcifer had never truly needed to exert his physical prowess for long durations. His muscles were tearing themselves apart and making was for the new and better suited.

He would have stopped, the feeling although rewarding was not pleasant, but nothing felt right. Moving place to place he never spent more than one night at any given location. The feelings of discomfort rose within him, or perhaps it was a feeling at he didn't below and somehow was disrupting the nature around him.

Earlier that day he had slid his way down into the Northstar Vale. The air was hot and wet, but the clouds overhead still clung tightly to their water. He found himself in the Clandestine Streams or what remained of them. The heat had lifted much of the stream's water into the atmosphere and left subtly moist trails.

Well-traveled Calcifer had grown tired and hungry. But at the time of his emergence into the Northstar Vale no strong scents could be detected. Rest often quieted the gut and so Calcifer opted for a long rest amongst the tree trunks and lush brushes.

Hours had gone by and Calcifer slept soundly until the scent of goats wafted in from upwind and caused Calcifer's eyes to pop open.