PS: Sorry I'm late. My cat kept pestering me, licking my hand and trying to jump onto my desk, which delayed this update. I decided to finish everything I wanted to write before posting. This 5,000-word update will count as yesterday's. Please bear with me.
"The mythal completed in Cormanthor was not the greatest magic in the Realms, yet the elves still regarded it as the most important thing in the world. Myth Drannor ultimately fell, but the names of the mages who wove magic with love and peace have always been sung by all, and will surely live forever in song.
Those who built the mythal and bestowed its power included the crowned king Iltarglin, Lady Herald Olmandi, the bard Alaeth, the human Friend of the Elves Elminster Omar, Chosen of Mystra, Lady Olurynya...
On that day, countless people of Cormanthor joined in weaving the mythal. Holy Corellon, god of the forest, Sehanine, goddess of the moon, and Mystra, goddess of mysteries, all bestowed their favor upon this place."
-The bestselling novel of the Realms, "Elminster in Cormanthor"
The warm afternoon sun bathed the lakeside villa on Wyvernwater, shedding a little warmth into the winter day. Amid the cold snow, the reading inside had already stopped.
Princess Regent Alusair raised an arm to her forehead and gazed at the blue sky beyond the edge of the eaves. Her elegant golden brows rose slightly, and only after pausing for several seconds did she set the book down.
She had read "Elminster in Cormanthor" countless times and knew its plot inside out. When she was still a small child, Queen Mother Filfaeril had held her in her arms and told her those old stories-the legendary adventures of Elminster, her grandfather.
"Elminster chose a very unusual path. It was rugged and difficult,