Galdor took to the woods, making a beeline for the great oak he had found the first day he had come to Jastrey. "Now, where should I begin..." Galdor asked himself. "Maybe if I start by the creek! There ought to be plenty growing along those banks and a way to cool off from this dreadful heat." And with that, the elf got to work, bending over to pick a few leaves here and there as he whistled an old elvish folk tune his mother used to sing as she would work in her own garden. Everything seemed to be at peace for the elf. Like he was back home in Sylvanesti.