# Sorcerer Alizam of Avalon

Protector of Plant Frens

"To halt the blight that flows through thee, meet me in the glade of the Fire Tree."

Ali is sleeping near the embers of a pale fire when Limn, his familiar, wakes him.

Limn: Someone is here to see you, sorcerer.

Limn nods toward a nearby primrose bush, where a bonsai tree with eyes and limbs waits anxiously. Ali gestures toward her to join them. She approaches cautiously.

Ali: Don't be afraid. What's your name?

Bonsai: Enori, the First.

Ali: Ali of Avalon.

They bow heads. Ali sees that Enori is road weary and sun-beaten.

Ali: I can tell that you have traveled a long way to see me. Why have you come so far?

Enori: I am the first of my kind. They are plagued by a rot and are slowly dying. Your verdant powers are known throughout the Seven Realms and it is your healing prowess I seek.

Ali exchanges a look with Limn.

Ali: How much are you willing to give to save your kind?

Enori: Whatever it takes.

Ali takes a deep breath and examines Enori's limbs and branches.

Ali: Deep in the Fey lies a Fire Tree grove. At the heart of the grove sits a glade. Meet me there with your clan on the night of the quarter moon.

Enori: Thank you, Sorceror.

Ali: Until then, plant frend.

They bow heads.

Enori starts on a path that leads toward the morning sun.

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