A massive stag stood before us, its coat pure white, antlers branching toward the sky. It regarded us with no hesitation. Even the Vördr seemed locked in place, a drastic contrast to the last time they'd chased a deer through Draxon's territory. "Esprithe," Effie breathed. The stag's gaze swept over our group. "Fascinating," Tamir said, his tone tinged with awe. "The white stag is the symbol of Riftdremar." "I've never seen anything like it," Vexa whispered.
