There comes a time in every scouts life when everything just seems to come together. Be it the fates, the gods, or even the stars, Lessie sends her thanks out into the universes with a small, burn-offering near the ocean's edge. She knows her mistress, Kirthag, would scoff at such action. Lessie feels all the better by this deed. The sheep was purchased from the kind people of the nearby village - one Lessie had written in depth about in her latest report to Kirthag. As the offering smolders, she reads over the draft one more time...
Mistress,
The air is warm and the sun sets over the mountains as I pen this report. I believe I had found a suitable area for you and your entourage - and I know you will be pleased to learn it is in the original facet where your heart dwells. Felucca, although quiet and barren of much greenery, seems populated even if I hadn't seen a soul - perhaps is't bad timing on my part, but there is some activity here. Alas, nary the space within Yew for a castle as you desire - but I believe adequate space is ready for you in the southernmost reaches of Yew.
And here, m'lady most gracious, is what I believe will be a surprise for you! For there is a smallish spur of Yew herein that the townsfolk speak in a brogue similar to your own native tongue! Some of the words are slightly different, nary even spoken strangely, but definitely a cousin to your own language of Inisfail which you speak from time to time! After conversing with them, and questing for information among the other denizens near the Abbey, I have learned a thing of the past about this area...
>> The village is called "Celtic Village" and has received some blessings from the gods.
>> Ages ago, a guild called "The Sacred Order" used to populate the area.
>> This guild were aligned with good I believe and served as protectors in and around the area.
>> There is a small, enclosed garden dedicated to this guild in view of the area where I believe your private residence would best be suited. I can see lilies may bloom there if tended well.
>> To the west of this area is ample room for a rather large structure - perhaps for a tavern or even an arena (a la your Llama Head of the past). It is near the coastline, perfect for the SV Evergreen.
There is a place between this area and the Yew Crossroads where there seems to be a city of such established by some undead? Made me think of the Guardians of the Undead Lords of whom you battled with in the past. I am not sure of this, but may be something I can look further into for you.
The Yew Gate is still part of Murderers' Row - something you will find entertaining.
I have not explored much further than this. I know the Justice Shrine area is sparsely populated, but there is not that much room for what you require. I've not ventured outside of the Yew territories, I leave that to you m'Ladyship.
It is to the southern reaches of Yew, mistress, where I believe you would do best.
If this is acceptable, please send gold and resources so I can establish your estate.
With the love and respect of your most faithful,
Lessie
Satisfied with the message, Lessie rolls the small parchment, slips it into a small leather tube, and whistles shrilly. A hawk appears as the sun slips behind the mountains far to the west. The raptor circles, then glides down to land on the branch of a dead Feluccian tree. Lessie coos softly to the bird of prey, which tilts its head to one side, then the other. Satisfied the hominid is friendly, the bird hops from the branch to the ground, then toward the scout.
Lessie offers the raptor a small piece of raw mutton - most likely taken from the offering which still smolders in the twilight. As the hawk busies itself with the meat, Lessie attaches the small leather tube to its leg. After a moment, the bird stops, inspects the item on its leg, then blinks an eye at the human. Lessie whistles a soft tune to which the bird perks, chirps, then leaps into the air with powerful strokes of its wings.
Lessie watches the hawk as it disappears into the darkening sky. Satisfied the message is well on its way to her mistress, Lessie heads back toward the small village of Celts she is befriending. She is looking forward to this new dish - something they call haggis - which should fill her belly with warmth and goodness.
