A desolated blight on the face of the plains, and home to the Silvered Fang Tribe.
When all attempts at healing have failed, then the Gate of Life may be one’s only hope to live again…
A slight rustle of the wind... and it stands before you. A Unicorn, whiter and more beautiful than you ever imagined it. It has deep wonderful eyes, and you can't help but admire this creature. It came to have a look at you, and now it freely goes. You have not the heart to stop it, and it silently vanishes between the trees.
Note: unless specially needed, this encounter should never happen again.