Of Tyle Sands, Uirlith, and Alwen
Andtaen's kindly brown eyes glance your way. He smiles. "You are
in a forest called Alwen, near the sea, named Tyle Sands."
"Tyle Sands?" Something in the two words sounds vaguely
familiar to you.
"Yes... well, that is what some call it. Others call it Uirlith,
and that is what our people call it; in our tongue it means Eternal
Sand. It is called so because the sand seems to stretch out forever
and ever, 'til at last it meets the dusty-blue sea." He smiles at
the poetic words.
"Why do some call it Tyle Sands?"
Andtaen shrugs. "I do not know. But that is what most people call
it." His eyes brighten. "Mae govannen, Gwanthimorn!"
"Where am I, please?" you ask politely.
