The Arcane Grimoire +2 does not sit in a vault or a collector's shelf. It sits somewhere considerably harder to reach.

Aeltharion Vaesidor was, by most historical accounts, one of the finest elven sorcerers Farryn ever produced — a scholar of High Elven spellcraft whose understanding of arcane theory had moved so far beyond conventional practice that most of his contemporaries simply stopped trying to follow his work and settled for admiring the results from a respectful distance. He was brilliant, reclusive, and deeply private about the nature of his research.

Sometime in the latter part of his career, Aeltharion did what only the most powerful and most eccentric of mages tend to do — he made himself a place of his own. A pocket dimension folded into the fabric of the Feywild, invisible from the outside, accessible only to those who knew precisely where and how to look. He called it his sanctuary. Everyone else, in the centuries since, has called it lost.

Aeltharion himself vanished several hundred years ago. The stories vary depending on who is telling them and how much they've had to drink. Some say he died — peacefully, in his sanctuary, surrounded by more books than any one person should reasonably own. Some say he constructed a magical prison for himself, either deliberately or as the catastrophic conclusion of an experiment that went further than intended. Some say the pocket dimension itself developed opinions about its occupant and swallowed him whole in the particular way that places soaked in too much magic occasionally do. Nobody knows. Nobody has been able to get close enough to find out.

Until now.

Edwyna's research has surfaced something that has apparently eluded scholars for generations — a credible lead to a location in the Feywild that is said to mark the border of Aeltharion's protected dimension. Not an entrance. Not a key. Just a place where, if the accounts are accurate, the boundary between the Feywild and whatever Aeltharion built can be felt by those sensitive enough to perceive it.

What lies beyond that boundary — whether the sanctum is intact, whether Aeltharion is in any condition to be found, and whether the Grimoire is still where he left it — are questions that can only be answered by going there.

The Feywild does not behave like other places. Time moves strangely. Distances lie. Things that seem straightforward tend not to be. Getting to the border location will require finding a reliable crossing point — no small task — and navigating Feywild terrain that has had several hundred years to develop its own ideas about visitors.

But the Grimoire is there. Edwyna is certain of it.

Lower level characters enter at your own risk.