S:Grudgingly, the old man begins to speak. "I suppose it would do little harm to tell you of the history of Myth Drannor. Once, long ago, Myth Drannor was an elven camp -- a community of large, inhabited trees, of clear springs and pools. Later it became an elven city -- a place of needle-sharp spires of growing, hollow wood linked by treacherous suspension spans that were either railless wooden arches, or precarious 'running ropes'.
