The Melody in the Wood ♪♪♪    High in the sky sat the fair spring morning's sun as the young herbalist passed through the wood. The light peered through the branches above and naught reached one's ears save for the chittering birds and rustling of the wind through the leaves. Aran-în-Eryn, it seemed, was at peace in this portion at the least. Indeed much of the great forest had become tainted by sorcery and blood, but not so there. In that place the forest's quiet was yet preserved, an