Khaled's Meeting of Nedra

This passage is an excerpt from the book “An Adventurer’s Tale to Enlightenment."
The grassy plains of the north. A welcome change to the rocky, desolate land that made up the Orc lands. I had heard of a four small tribes of different cultures and backgrounds coming together for the greater protection of all. This concept was completely new to me- people mutually supporting each other? I had to learn more about these tribes.
Coming from the south, the first tribe I met occupied the south of the area. They called themselves the Lysander People. I was able to meet their chieftain and he relayed onto me that he was to meet with the other chieftains in a fortnight and asked if I would like to attend the council at what he called "the table." I, of course, accepted without hesitation. To see how these tribes interacted was something I knew I could not miss.
Before we left, I was able to observe the Lysander. They were nestled against a huge lake. The people seemed particularly gifted when it came to crops. It almost seemed as though they had a special touch that the plants seemed to yearn for. To give an idea, I once saw a plant that had clearly withered and browned. Any normal farmer would have cut his loss and removed the plant. However, a Lysander woman just reached down and gave it the slightest of touches. Immediately, the plant began to straighten and turned a healthy green. I asked the chieftain how this was possible. He only shrugged and pointed to the lake. I personally did not understand but for the chief, the lake explained it all.
Once the chief and I left with his vanguard, it only took us about 2 days to reach the location of the council. I was astounded to see a what appeared to be a large stone platform- it was easily the length and width of a large house. This must have been the table! Being the first to arrive, I was shown that we would set our tents up on the south side of the platform. The chieftain told me that tradition dictated that you placed your banner in the direction you represented.
Over the coming days, the other three tribes made their way to the meeting spot. Every time a new chief arrived, the ones who had already arrived made a show of greeting. They would shake hands and then sit and talk. I was told that sometimes these talks would take hours while some would only take minutes. I asked the chief what was discussed in these talks to which he answered only with,
"The world."
Finally, the last chief arrived and I was told the council would take place the next day. A huge tent was erected on the platform. It was actually an amazing thing to watch. Each tribe had brought a piece of the erected tent that would serve as the cover for the council. It was a constant reminder that they were stronger together.
The next morning I was told that I had been granted special access to the council- the first that had ever been granted. I was to sit on the side, only to listen and observe. I entered the tent which had been lit up with many candles and moved to the edge of the tent. Four chairs had been placed to face each other- I noticed that they were placed to again represent the four directions the tribes had traveled from. Each chieftain took his respectful seat and the discussion began.
The council lasted for two days. Each chieftain talked without interruption, the others listening attentively. I was partly confused because it seemed that many of the things that they talked about were mundane- why anyone would need to know about the weather from a specific day the previous month does not make sense to me. But they each listened. After all had talked, they discussed what problems they face and how they would each support each other.
I was so engrossed in their discussion that I almost missed a red-haired woman had saddled up beside me at the end of the discussion. Who was this woman? And why was she granted access? I tried to ignore the woman but once I noticed her, I couldn't help but be drawn towards her. Finally she spoke to me, a clear, melodic voice.
"It is amazing, isn't it? These four tribes have the utmost respect for each other. Each chieftain is aware that the others know things that he does not. And despite coming from different cultures and backgrounds, they have found a way to coexist with each other."
To me, her voice reverberated across the entire tent. I quickly looked to the chieftains to see if they would say anything but they were continuing their discussion as if they never heard a word she had spoken. I looked to hear again and when I tried to speak, she only raised a finger to her lips.
"They cannot hear me or see me. But you are different. You will need my name, Messenger. I am Nedra, the Welcomer. Go east to the mountains. Your future lies there."
And with that, she disappeared from view. Her words echoed in my head.