Greetings, my friends. Step with me through a lane sheltered with willows, inhabited with elves, and reknowned for its crystalware made from artesian springs. Sit with me and hear tales of far-off lands non-existent today. And let me tell you my story. Through me, perhaps, you will find the way to Him. Oh, and just call me Aradelle. And try not to break any crystalware.
