The city reveals itself gradually as you are led along a gently swaying bridge of living wood, high above the forest floor. Light filters through leaves the size of sails, casting soft patterns across polished railings and curved walkways. When you reach a wide platform encircling an ancient tree, Lioran Vaelis is already there, waiting.
He inclines his head in greeting, a small smile touching his lips.

“Welcome to our city,” he says, his voice calm and musical. “You have arrived at a place where words often mean less than what surrounds them.”
He gestures toward the winding paths above and below, the distant sound of singing drifting on the air.“My task is to help you understand how we live, how we speak, and how we listen. Shall we begin with a walk, or would you prefer to rest first and take in where you are?”