Japsnick, Alyn, and Agarth passed under a massive bridge which was centuries old. in Japsnick's mind, he remembered the first time he went through the place. A small smile appeared on his face as he recalled that he only stumbled upon the area while chasing a boggart.

They came to a wide, old column, upon which someone remarkable leaned not long ago, Japsnick thought to himself. They turned and went straight, through a small path touched by nature. Trees, plants, vines and whatnot were all around.

After passing through the path, the next thing they saw was an image unlike any other. It was a camp with caravans and banners of many colors, with people of different races. What made the warm sight more magnificent was the presence of tall, caressing trees everywhere. It was freedom. It was being one with nature.

It was Star Camp.

Alyn took a few more steps forward, marveling at the beauty of the trees that surrounded the camp. In her life of injustice and mischief, she had never seen something so heartwarming and comforting.

Japsnick suddenly held her arm, preventing her from walking over the edge of the small cliff they were standing on. "Careful," he said with a smile and pointed down . At the cliff's base was a large pond. Wide enough for people to bask in. "Let's go, guys," started Japsnick after a few moments. "This way."

They pressed on, moving to their left, where the ground declined and leveled with the camp's. Upon reaching the nearest caravan to the entrance, a Summer Fae ran toward the trio.

"A good day to you, friends," she calmly greeted with a gentle smile. "Welcome to Star Camp, home of the Travelers in Dalentarth."

"And a good day to you, Crilgarin," Japsnick returned as he lifted up his hood, which had been covering most of his face, "Knave of Coins."

The Summer Fae seemed happily surprised upon seeing Japsnick's face. "Oh! Japsnick! It's you. How have you been?" she asked as her smile grew bigger.

"I've been well," answered the Varani; "and I've been victorious in my challenges." He smiled. "This is Alyn Shir, and Agarth. They've both accompanied me through my journeys. I wouldn't have been triumphant without their help."

"Then," said Crilgarin, "it is thanks to you that the Tuatha Deohn spread chaos no more."

"It was nothing," came the big, solid voice of Agarth, whose beard and mustache made funny motions as he spoke. "I never really planned on contributing to the fight against the Tuatha." He gave Japsnick, who was in the middle of the trio, a gentle tap on his shoulder. "I was just inspired by this man's cause."

"And I've been a friend to Japsnick for some time before we got separated," started Alyn. "I saw him again with no memory of himself and I thought maybe I'd stay with him, whatever he's up to."

"But you are all heroes, nonetheless, for bringing peace back to Amalur," said Crilgarin. "But Japsnick here, has been more than that to the Travelers."

"Crilgarin, please," returned a flattered Japsnick. "Like with what happened to Amalur, I never intended to do what I did with you people."

"But you did what you did," said the Summer Fae, again, in a very calm manner. "You dd what you did."

"Excuse me," Agarth started, raising an arm and scratching his head. "But what is it that Japsnick did?"

"Oh. You do not know yet?"

"Well, after winning the war, Japsnick invited us to continue a life of freedom and adventure and told us he was gonna take us to a place where many great things began," answered a puzzled Alyn. "Up to now, he's remained quiet about the things that took place here, during his life with you."

"Is that so?" Crilgarin smiled. "You just really love surprising the people around you, don't you, Japsnick?"

All that Japsnick replied was a smile.

"Come, friends," the Summer Fae stretched out her hands and took a few steps backward. "Taste the hospitality of the Travelers, and I'll tell you all that Japsnick did for us."