Enchanted Pond

I blink at the sunlight as I exit the Alluvial Caves. Dunbeg is waiting impatiently for me at the entrance. He wanders off, fully expecting me to follow. I’m still in a daze from my long meditation, but the sharp air is helping me readjust. After some time, we arrive at a place called Riversleigh. I’m about to go inside, but Dunbeg tosses his head to the right. I see a large oak tree with a door in the side. Walking through the door I find a place that I know is my room here. It’s rustic, but it feels right. Below a trap door is a dark burrow filled with leaves. On this level I’m fascinated by a gigantic fungal growth that serves as a writing desk! The views from the carved-out knotholes is astounding. I go outside to thank Dunbeg, but he is already munching acorns. Perhaps that was what he was after all along?