The Age of Peace (LOG: Zephyrus speaks with Zandar about the Maven)

Zandar says 'Greetings, Zephyrus.'

A Peaceful Room
  Wind-swept tension is compressed by a low ceiling and four constricting 
walls of lustrous oak. One dimly lit door lies to the south, its frame 
of the same busy designs that border the ceiling and floorboards. A 
large window lies opposite the door, a side cracked open to let the 
mercurial winds enter and toy with the thin, white drapes that hang to 
the floor. Beneath the opening looms a dark bureau with a drawer half 
opened, a few feather quills and sheets of paper flutter with the winds
that whisper in a subtle, poignant voice, "Lunivar... Lunivar..."

[Exits: (south)]
(Humming) A harp with music notes engraved upon it sits in the corner collecting dust.
Zephyrus is resting here.

Zephyrus smiles happily.

If seen from a distance, you would mistake this man for a
peasant, a hermitic plebian of sorts. His wears are sparse
and unkempt, the sorts donned by migrants, landlopers. It
is evident that his gold is little; oftentimes this man is seen
clutching his side in hunger. Despite such things, there is
a sense of peace, contentment, well-being, upon his visage.
The lack of gold in his pocket manifests itself upon his
countenance, made radiant by the golden hue it emits. His
beard, though overlaid with countless gray hairs, convenes
at a golden tip, altered from the red tone it once held, and
matching now the hue of his face. Though it is obvious by
looking upon his buxom yet weakened frame that he holds
little physical strength, there is an aura of unseen energy about
him, recondite and clandestine in its revelation. He proceeds to
walk away, first draping a travelers hood over his head. With
light step he promenades away, a fury of gale congregating in
his wake.
He is an experienced explorer.
Zephyrus is in excellent condition.

Zephyrus is using:
<used as light>           (Glowing) a torch
<worn on finger>        a seashell ring
<worn around neck>  a stained travelling cloak
<worn around neck>  a stained travelling cloak
<worn on head>         a traveler's hood
<worn on torso>         a brown robe
<worn on arms>         elbow pads
<worn on hands>        a pair of leather gloves
<worn on feet>           a pair of old boots
<worn about body>    a chameleon poncho
<worn around wrist>   an enchanted leather bracer
<worn around wrist>   an enchanted leather bracer
<wielded> a lute

Zandar peeks at the inventory:
a wooden staff
a Big Ol'Pack Sack

Zandar says 'As you know, the Maven use an element called Ether.'

Zephyrus nods.

Zandar says 'Here is what I wish from you. This quest may take some time. You must find 
a place in Serin where you believe Ether to be most present.
'

Zandar says 'And then explain to myself why you believe it to be so.'