QHW, Day 4: Weather

In the ruins of Tolti-Aph, there lies a beautiful grove where the royal gardens once used to be. A songwood grove. The trees are slender and silvery, with leaves like green-tinged glass. As they sway in the wind, they all chime in a haunting harmony. When the rain comes drizzling down, it is as if a thousand master musicians played an endless cantata on the world's largest cimbalom.

Any bard or spellsinger would give a fortune for some songwood. It is said that a songwood instrument makes wild animals approach and listen in awe, that it makes statues weep in joy.

Be careful in that songwood grove. When even a single twig is snapped, a dissonant, discordant sound will reverberate throughout the forest. Then you will hear a wail, and another, as the banshees are roused from their slumber among the roots.