A Place to Rest

"It's true, most people don't see much point in coming here. But, de medicinal traditions of de Ancient Clan draw people from hundreds of leagues away," Jacques explained as he led them deeper into the forest city. "Some say dat de people of de Ancient Clan live so long because of dese traditions and dey say dey feel ten years younger when dey leave." 

"I doubt Mistress Nyrielle would want to see me when I was a little girl," Ashlynn said with a laugh. "But this doesn't sound very different than the noblewomen in the Kingdom of Gaal. In Blackwell City, people would come from inland to soak in the saltwater pools or treat themselves to salt scrubs that would be horrendously expensive anywhere else. It softens the skin and makes it glow." 

"We don't ever have skin dat glows," Jacques said, pointing to his own thick, scaly hide. "But it's de same idea, Auntie. Here, it's de mud soaks dat are magical for de body. Jus' let old Jacques show you de way."