Subject: The Whispering Hill Thu Sep 20, 2012 11:35 pm
A low hill in the middle of a field, with a single old, withered tree rooted to the top. The breeze is ever-present, and if you listen hard enough, it seems like the tree is speaking, the wind coaxing the creaky, high pitched voice from the very center of the tree's gnarled being. Prey is too afraid to come here, but if you need to speak in private, this is your place.
