Hulek Sacred Grove Reserve, the hot spring retreat.
In a spacious suite with wooden floors, an ornate crystal chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling, while the new furniture on either side gave off a pleasant fragrance. After enjoying the lunch Aaron had specially arranged and taking a short afternoon nap, the group sat on the floor around a small square table.
Aaron, the Sun Elf Barrel, his cousin Maximian, and Arien, a descendant of Tethyrian nobility, listened to Archdruid Halsin's report.
They had all changed out of their heavy winter clothes into light, casual attire. The underfloor heating kept the room warm, and hot air flowed from vents around them, driving away the winter chill.
Halsin, the Moon Archdruid, stood before a blackboard, giving a detailed account of the subject that interested Aaron.
"You're saying that Druids alone can't restore the Anauroch Great Desert to its original state?"
Aaron had come specifically to seek advice, and he listened to Halsin's explanation.
Aaron had always harbored a dream. In his previous life, he had read webnovels about Elect Your Dad, all of which lavished praise on Netheril's arcane empire. Some claimed that Archmages aboard their Flying Cities could rival deities in battle; others said the Archmages had touched the deepest "origin" of the universe and could achieve collective arcane ascension. Some even claimed that the Archmages had been exterminated by an alliance of terrified deities because they had discovered "the true nature of the gods."
In short: "Our Netheril was invincible!"
This had sparked Aaron's intense interest in the Anauroch Great Desert, created by the Netherese. His nostalgia for those bygone dreams made him genuinely want to turn the Anauroch Great Desert back into the green plains it had once been.
In all fairness, although Daba-Thorn had been an