Around a dark cavern, a glade of weeping willow trees shine in the twilight. The grass below them is near always glistening with morning dew, and at night the branches sigh in the slight breeze. The dim, blue-walled cave inside the grove is spacious, and has provided many a passing spirit shelter from a blinding rain or the snowstorms caused by Solitude's fury.
Spirits of Isira
The guild for Spirits of Isira, a B/C pet shop.
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