Lake Rodney Narrow Minded

The forces of Destiny had led her astray and the Nordling was lost. She had entered these strange, lively lands from the Northern side and had made her way over treacherous mountains and seemingly endless fields of nothing but grass. Surely Nehaleni would watch out for her, make sure she was okay in lands that were unlike the North?

She dove through some bushes when she scented celandine. Finally, her luck was beginning to turn. She snapped the herbs' stem, chewing it up in a nice gooey substance that she spit on her paw. Carefully did she rub her makeshift medicine on her fresh cut above her lip, but she knew this wasn't enough to keep an infection away. She looked around a bit more, but all she could see was a lake in the distance. She shrugged, decided she could go for a drink, and trotted towards it.

Gracefully did she dip her muzzle, lapping up just a few droplets at a time so the herbs wouldn't wash away and eventually called it quits because her tongue was getting tired. It was then that she spotted a white body, sticking out of the water. Hellooo! She called out. Do you know where I could find a shrine around here?