Into the Woods Without Delay

Zone: Ardenweald

One of my most talented children has been following your exploits closely and has grown fascinated with your world. <Renard's grins sharply at you with his many, many teeth. You are fairly certain foxes are not supposed to have that many teeth.> As a responsible parent, I wish to show them it first hand! So, you will guide us around Azathon or Azathoth or Azeroth or whatever you mortals call your realm. <Renard waves a dismissive paw.> Mere details. Come Renata! The mortal world awaits!