The Museum Entrance                                    NW     N      - 
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The screech of colorful jays, robins and egrets herald your entrance into
the warm floral breeze of this lush atrium.  This looks like no museum you
have ever seen before, in fact it could easily be mistaken for a nursery. 
The full spectrum of forest flora spread from the tiniest of seedlings near
the entrance, to mammoth adulthood in all other directions, so thick it
obscures any hint of wall or ceiling.  Subtly, the sounds of pipes parade in
from the north colliding with the beat of war drums from the northwest and
the noise of a busy tavern to the southwest.  After awhile the cacophony of
sounds finds a rythm within itself and becomes a living melody.  Large
friendly letters above the door state 'Welcome to the Elven Museum of
Natural History'.  
     A large wooden plaque is nailed high upon the wall.
     A crystal display case stands in the center of the room.
A guard of Vandyne's followers paces around.
The last of the mountain elves rests on her cane, overseeing the museum.