Greatwater Lake in there on a frame.

Harlyn pursed her lips in disappointment. It was no fault of the white wolf's, but it seemed that her hopes of getting over to the little island were going to be dashed. "It's a shame the gods did not bless us too with wings," the druid said with a sigh, shaking her head and then turning her attention to her new companion's.

"I'm Harlyn Cinderloch, of Ouroboros Spine," she said with a bow of her head. After her introduction, she glanced back to the stranger, waiting expectantly for him to the likewise.