Shortly after Iskenflid’s founding, a worshipper of Gozreh limped into the village, grievously wounded. The village rendered what aid it could, but it quickly became clear the man’s wounds would be fatal. Seeing this truth, the druid made a solemn request to the village elders. He wished simply to sit upon the village green and listen to the wind whispering through the grass as he breathed his last. They granted this final wish and soon bore witness to a miraculous event.

When the man passed away, his body quickly melded with the earth below and gave rise to an oak sapling. Soon after, a great spring welled up all around, making an isle of his tomb. Since that day, plants and animals have flourished there. Eventually, druids from the land over began making pilgrimages to the site. Primal magic was employed in sculpting great circular risers from wood and stone. While this structure barely rivals the scaffolding found at other deities’ temples, the exquisite viewit grants of the sturdy oak, and the life teeming thereabout, is more than enough for Gozreh’s faithful.

Paste this slab next to Part A, lining up the two orange floor tiles.