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Andisol lives on fruit and flowers, and something has to carry the pollen. Osric Slowhand keeps the cinder wasps: not tamed, not owned, just tolerated by mutual agreement. A patient, sting-scarred guide who can walk you past a nest, and who knows the orchards have started changing.
Andisol's fireglass and firecloth get the attention, but it is Rhosyn Steepwater's dye yard that gives them their colour - a half-elf who coaxes blood-orange out of ash-fed blooms, and who has spent years chasing one red she made once and has never matched since.
Andisol's glasshouses grow what the jungle won't, and they do it because Wisla Warmfurrow spent 40 years burying pipe. The gnome steamwright's real trade isn't making Andisol hot. It's making it steady, one valve and one seedbed at a time.
Emberfall's most famous export doesn't come from the ashfields. It comes from a rain-soaked jungle terrace in Andisol, where Teodra Graftvine reads Mount Vendetta's moods and decides, 3 or 4 times a season, exactly how much ash to let reach her embergrapes.
Eighty feet above Andisol's jungle floor, elf plant-hunter Nimriel Highfern rigs her lines into the tree-fern crowns for the orchids, resins and cuttings no ladder can reach - and brings them down alive, leaving the parent plant standing.
He won't howl. Howling is for country where sound carries. He'll walk up close and make you an offer.
The ash out here swallows every sound. So when you hear one thin chime of glass, you have already stepped too close.
The vent breathes when the work is good. When it isn't, something climbs out of it.
It isn't hunting you. It's waiting for a verdict - and it will not let you walk away without giving one.
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