“ The animal within finds expression without here on the Beastlands.” Lysander, a Wylder speaking of Primal Changes     Third Guild Day of Decadre, 126 HR Morânia awoke to the chirping of birds. For a brief moment, she wondered where she was and expected to see damp ruins when she opened her eyes. But she was lying by the fire in front of Roscoe’s den, wrapped in a blanket with her head resting on her backpack. The embers had nearly burned out, but the air was pleasantly warm. The same golden light as the day before shone over the treetops. No dawn, no first ray of sunlight, no transition from darkness to light. After all, there was no night on Krigala. Many thought that the eternal light would appeal to her as a follower of the Morninglord. But in truth, she didn’t particularly appreciate this peculiarity of the layer. After all, Lathander was not only the god of the sun, but also of dawn and sunrise. And precisely what his followers considered the holiest time of the ...