**Amidst the myriad spires that span the Epicrin skyline, one tower stands with a natural beauty that others can reflect only in their cold, metallic gloss. Towards the western portion of town, in the Grand Quarter, the Blooming Tower sprouts with magnificent rises of green and olive and falls of turquoise and aqua. Balconies hang from the tower walls in multitudes, lavish gardens flowing from their wide brims, trees of pine, oak, and even palm sprouting from their holds. Vines rich with blossoming flowers cascade over rims and stretch from balcony to balcony, looping and curving with the structure's architecture. The grandeur of the Blooming Tower climaxes at the roof, crowned by a ring of wild shrubbery, with aquatic fountains shooting upwards into the sky. The jets gush into shallow pools, from which they descend in spirals around the tower through aqueducts, irrigating the gardens that bloom along its walls. Flocks of pigeons and other avian species often congregate in the tower gardens, their chirps carried in the city's winds alongside falling petals.**
**The Blooming Tower is home to the Epicrin chapter of Sentinels, a sanctuary of nature in a city that often forgets itself in artifice.**
Sokai found himself in an open hall made of limestone bricks, the ceiling twenty some feet high. In the center of the room there was a circular pool, fifteen feet across, with a limestone tube, ten feet in diameter, rising from its depths and continuing upwards into the heights of the tower. The dark echoes of the water suggested the well ran deep. Very deep.
There was no reception desk, but an elderly man with receding gray hair and a gaunt face welcomed him. "You may find our herbalism trainers on the second floor. The stairway is in that corner. If you'd like to learn more of the mind, the body and the soul... Are you referring to the Wisdoms, or those aspects of life they represent?"
**He was directed to a rather small, round man in a long brown coat, his cleanly shaven, his face bespectacled and bookish, his fight hand a missing half its fingers. He was in an indoor arboretum, bend over next to an oak with his face half stuffed in a bush.**
**Binxy was led to polish cherry office door, which Alfis unlocked and stepped into. Following him, Binxy found himself in a room stuff in equal parts with books and taxidermy, including a full stuffed windreaver, staring Binxy dead in the eye from across the room.**
Aflis - Precisely. Thats what I ended up having to do. The tongue would have just rotted anyway. The one in there now is sculpted putty studded with carved stone teeth. Ah, here we go. Crelefts...ewwww....not good. Very rare, very dangerous. Best way to describe them would be, well, Gorilla-Locusts.