There are those who walk between the Darkwoods and the Old Burrow lands, not as visitors, but as custodians of story and magic.

It is their vocation to assist the crossing of what cannot remain where it was first spoken. Stories, relics and amulets are carefully carried from one realm to another, wherever they are needed next - or held for a time in sanctuary, where they may rest, be kept from harm, or simply remain quiet until they are needed again. Stories and magic, like living beings, can be worn thin.

Such crossings do not belong to the full light of day. Stories are crepuscular creatures and magic crosses more easily when the sun is low.