The journey would be long,

With a day into next dawn,

So as evening fell,

And they passed the Raevris Dell,

Neseviryoth landed in Keltaun.

It was a small village,

It's center marked by a great oak tree.

The people were having a festival,

Celebrating Noct Culdamry

Elberyum had forgotten,

That the occasion was upon them,

But Neseviryoth knew,

And thus to the valley they flew.

The roots of Keltaun's tree where ancient,

From a city named Ravis they sprung.

Only the ruins remained,

Brought to life by the setting of sun.

Noct Culdamry,

Was the night of firelight tea,

Made from various mallows,

And best celebrated in Ravis' shadows.