I enter and see the most illustrious halls
Feast of kings await
Musicians are heard singing a song
To the pride of every woman and man

The kings sits in a throne borne from an oak
Whispers litter the hall
The men throw unknowing eyes as I approach
To ask for council with the king

King Olan, help me find my kin
A great dishonour has been done to me

Ah Faolan you have to ask me questions
About your missing kin

Look to the south of these lands
There is a place known among the olde ones
Known only to a few
There is a place through the white of Olcanath
You will find the answers you seek but you must be quick
To the high goddess Ulin
She will guide you

But take heed brave warrior for this will not be an easy task

It is a treacherous one at best...

As you leave from these hallowed halls
Remember, the three gifts must never meet
From the forge a hand of bronze
Where trees and hills everlast!

I hear a call familiar yet ancient
Eyes of the white stag himself
I leave the halls with you, my horse and weapons
Roaring into the ether

I see white fields, white trees, Olcanath

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