There is a place, not very far from here, where the breeze softens and the tides draw near. The birds often sing, and many flowers bloom, but here, is where the wild roses bloom. They are said to have magic within them, magic that only helps the selfless. I've heard someone lives down there, with the hollowed out trees and the forest creatures. People tell me the person is more creature than human. I would like to live in the place where the wild roses bloom, and I plan on doing it.