This looks like a 'prehistoric' island.
Each tree is at least half the size of the Tankar World Tree.
Ellie stared, dumbfounded, at the 'Greatwood' in front of her.
"This, this…"
If the Tankar Elves moved here, they could each take a tree. Wouldn't that be awesome?
Why call it Isle of Nagara! Let's rename it 'Isle of Elven Joy'!
She abruptly turned to Priest Leslie and Ranger Wendy Ness.
To her surprise, they were both calm and indifferent to the place.
Ellie tentatively asked, "Look at this tree, it's so big. Isn't it just like the penthouses of your dreams?"
Leslie looked at her in surprise, "Who would be crazy enough to buy a house here?"
Wendy Ness nodded in agreement, "No kinship... no sense of superiority..."
Leslie calmly analyzed, "No good community environment, what about getting married in the future, kids? Should we be like…"
He frowned and thought for a moment, finding a suitable word, "barbaric creatures like Dragons?"
Bognard: "…"ꐦ≖≖
