Teeming with life, undisturbed under its blanket of fog, Sootos moors is a landof whispering reed and minute wonders – warbler songs in the still andsleepy air, ripples from a giant tail on the surface of a tiny lake, a glimpse of awhite zirf’s wing as it glides above the marsh on the lookout for prey, its riderreadying his spear. In the murky waters a kind monster lurks – Cerig, the spirit of stones. Like the land itself, he breathes serenity andancient secrets.Here and there across Sootos Forest Shade’s bridges and shacks lie in disrepair, life slowly coming back to them as the dragons grow in numbers andreturn here to hunt.