The group of elves walked lightly, moving with ease through the forest regenerated by the influence of the Mother Tree. Their expedition had been a success, thanks in part to Kassandra's invaluable assistance. She had shown herself to be fast and efficient, and had proved her worth by skilfully tracking game and spotting edible fruit.
While maintaining her mask of humility and gratitude, Kassandra could feel the burning of the obscure mark engraved on the back of her neck. Her body may have been free, but her soul was chained.
Soon, the imposing intertwined roots of the entrance to the plant dome appeared between the trees. A warm breeze passed over their faces, carrying with it the smell of damp earth and the sap of the Mother Tree.
- We have arrived," announced an elf with a tired smile.