game\interactables 1 1096 5 Glowing Pillar 9 This corpse is bent forward as if watching her life's blood trickle away. 10 The man's arms are cut open from elbow to wrist. 11 Blood congeals under this corpse's slashed throat. 13 The torture rack is spattered in blood and gouged by fingernails. 14 This stained and rumpled bedroll appears to have been used recently. 15 Cables snaking along the floor and across the ceiling connect to a glowing glass chamber. 16 Thick liquid bubbles inside the tank, releasing a pungent scent. Motes of essence swirl in the mixture. 17 An ornate crest decorates this sarcophagus. The name on the lid has been scratched out. 18 Small wicker statues with black stone eyes are placed between the flickering candles. 22 Skulls and bones from an assortment of kith and beasts litter the cavern. They've been crushed, scored, gnawed, and punctured by something with fangs as thick as an aumaua's finger. 24 The table, like the others, has been sliced from the cross section of a single tree trunk. 26 The thick hide, stretched thin upon the rack, looks like it came from a stelgaer. The curing and waterproofing agents slathered over it give off a heavy odor. 27 This skuldr head looks as old as the inn. Its leathery skin is cracked and bleached from years of exposure. 29 Heavy, sweet perfumes emanate from the barrels. The stave joints are stained dark brown and dull purple. 30 Dyes fill the wooden vats. They smell of dung and plant matter. 31 This painting portrays the expansive foothills below the mountains of White March. 32 The still life shows an assortment of fruits and flowers. 33 This painting depicts a forested ravine somewhere in the Living Lands. 34 The glass of this window is broken. Warped, knotted planks have been nailed over it. 35 The images in this alcove depict a row of pale stones surrounding a suit of armor. Something flows from the stones and into the armor, imbuing it with a golden halo. 36 Adra grows from a central pillar and seems to spill down the steps. Luminous, egg-shaped stones are nested within the rippling adra. 37 Four egg-shaped stones sit atop short, narrow pedestals. All face an altar in the middle of the room. 46 Pictures of all manner of folk are pinned to this board alongside notes scribbled in an indecipherable shorthand. 47 This map shows the environs surrounding Defiance Bay. Flags mark strategic access points to the city. 48 The notes are scribbled in a cryptic shorthand. 49 Sprigs of dried lavender and rosemary infuse the kitchen with a fresh aroma. 51 The scrolls are wedged tightly in the shelves. Each has a name scrawled along the outside. 53 The marble at the base has been worn smooth by the passage of hundreds of feet. 54 This priceless painting of a tavern in Old Vailia is shielded behind inch-thick glass. 55 This is the masterwork of a famous Aedyran painter. 58 The knives are warm from the heat of the oven. They look absurdly sharp. 60 The Charred Barrel 62 This painting of a rolling forest glen has a strangely soothing effect. 63 The table is set with an assortment of leaflets and booklets with titles like "Practical Benefits of Animancy" and "Soul Adjustment for the Well-Adjusted Soul." 64 A stone figure of a warrior gazes toward her raised hand. It's empty, but the palm and fingers are blackened. 65 The statue gazes at a handful of fire. The heat from the shimmering flames warms your face. 66 The agenda outlines a meeting about growing refugee numbers in Defiance Bay. The meeting minutes and points of order suggest a lively, contentious discussion. 69 Thick grime cakes the bottom of the tub. The towel hanging from the side gives off an awful stench. 71 This is the symbol of Abydon - a colossal smithing hammer imposed over a circular gear. It's smooth and bright with buffing oils. 72 Tongues of flame lick at the forge, hissing with smoke as hot as a dragon's breath. 73 Heritage Hill Cemetery 74 Heritage Hill 75 First Fires 76 These vaults have already been pried open. 77 The crosshatched claw marks score this vault. 79 This mausoleum has been sealed tight. 81 The flag depicts the symbol of the Vailian Republics - a ship sailing beneath five radiant stars. 82 The stones of this ancient tower have been blackened by centuries-old fires. Surrounded by a patch of wildflowers, it looks like a memorial. 84 Crockware, stale foodstuffs, and once-priceless vases - now chipped and cracked - fill the wagon. 86 Something twitches and shambles in the darkness between the slats. A rancid draft creeps from the house. 87 A small plaque at the base reads: "Freedom above all - Admeth Hadret." 88 Hendyna's Apothecary 89 Winfrith's Arms and Armory 90 Polished skulls have been stacked carefully on this bier. An inscription reads: "So rest the faithful of Berath. Led to the end of one path..." 91 The candles among the skulls give off a pleasantly musky aroma. This bier's inscription reads: "...Set upon a new road. So rise the faithful of Berath." 92 Records of books borrowed and returned fill the cubby holes. 93 Impossibly, this painted eye seems to move whenever you turn your back. 95 The symbols on these pages writhe and shift. They're dizzying to look at. 98 Countless skulls mortared into the wall stare back at you. 99 A book lies on the table, its pages filled with some kind of unintelligible cryptography. 101 Devotees have placed assorted keys, their teeth filed away, among the runnels of wax. 102 Ondra's Gift 103 First Fires 104 Seabreeze Row 105 Copperlane District 106 The Salty Mast 107 Docks 108 Barnacle Row 109 Copperlane District 110 The ropes dangling from the crane sway in the ocean breeze. 111 Barnacles encrust the hull of this beached boat. Something - the jagged adra fingers, most likely - has clawed deep rifts in the wood. Whoever tried to sail through them must have been desperate or inexperienced. 112 This woman seems to emerge from the wall of the mountain. She's little more than a skeleton swathed in robes, and her gaze is fixed on the massive doorway. 113 A cadaverous man looks upon the path into the mountain, one skeletal arm raised and the other pointing to the door. 114 The Dracogen Inn 115 A grim assortment of rusty blades adorns this table. 116 Dust and cobwebs have been swept aside for various alchemical implements. Though coated with rust and grit, they look recently used. 118 The scattered, feverish notes detail various animantic procedures and rites of necromancy. 119 A man and a woman, carved from lustrous adra, pour the contents of a vase at their feet. 120 Thick webs ripple in the cavern breeze. Mummified remains are tangled within them. 124 "...unexpected results. The canine host was listless and unresponsive, but it was determined that this was simply the implanted feline soul. Yarn resulted in vigorous stimulation." 126 This book of Vailian love sonnets has a dedication on the first page: "To my beloved Kaenra." 128 It appears as though someone rummaged through this uneven row of books in a hurry. 129 These jars are chipped and cracked, as if knocked to the ground and set back in place. 130 Someone has gathered sheets and towels into a makeshift bed. The rumpled fabric is stiff with blood and unwashed sweat. 131 One side of the overturned vase is splotched with crimson. 132 A ledger lies open on the desk. It lists purchase and sale amounts for various alchemical ingredients and concoctions. 133 The mill slowly grinds away at a trough of grain. 134 The inscription below this empty niche reads: "Emilo Valtas." 135 The inscription below this empty niche reads: "Isel Maerith, Lady Valtas." 136 The inscription on this tomb reads: "Valerio Valtas, Lord of House Valtas." 140 Ancient, crumbling bones are all that remain of countless victims. 141 Flies swarm around this decaying ogre head, roving over its dead eyes and slack jaw. 142 This wooden scaffolding has rotted away, crumbling under its own weight. Around it are signs of an excavation, evidently abandoned long ago. 143 Though worn away by time, many of these alcoves are engraved with Aedyran surnames. 144 A rusted shield, decorated with a many-leafed tree, adorns the wall. A small engraving at its base reads: "The Erl of Yenwood." 145 These massive bones have been picked clean, and several cracked to access the marrow within. All bear the marks of teeth. 147 The alcoves have been lined with straw and bundles of feathers and fur. A musky reek lingers in the air. 148 This sarcophagus has been pillaged, its contents removed. The skeleton within has been all but destroyed, skull cracked into several pieces. 149 A statue of Magran, goddess of war and flame. Dozens of names have been scratched into the stone at her feet, supplicants seeking her blessing. 151 These nests appear to have been abandoned and claimed by spiders. A few hold bones and remains. 152 Eight glittering eyes look out at you. 153 These large nests appear to be woven from a thick, sturdy silk. 154 A small spider huddles in the back of this nest. It hisses. 157 Cobblestones and bricks are bound to the rusted old cart by thick spiderwebs. 158 Weathered and covered with a dull patina, this elaborately carved pillar appears far older than the surrounding structure. 159 Even at a distance, these bottles and jars exude strange odors. Small, grotesque items float in the murky liquid. 160 Adra coats these cavern walls like moss. It is strangely warm to the touch. 161 These remains are old and brittle, and the scattered fragments along the cavern floor suggest they were dragged here. 162 A worn book lies on the table, its pages filled with nonsensical scrawls. 163 The sickly sweet smell of rot rises from this half-eaten fruit. 164 Trees and shrubs have grown up around these ancient bones, shrouding this monument to Galawain beneath their leaves. 166 The corpse draped over the edge of the pool is contorted in the throes of what must have been his final agony. Rotting, skeletal hands still clutch towards his throat. 167 The xaurips have piled together coins, discarded jewelry, and battered fragments of ornamental weapons and armor. 168 Limbs and organs bob in this mire of blood and gristle. The carnage stirs with the occasional gust of wind from the tunnel above. 169 The adra here along the wall is dull in color and cold to the touch. 170 This document estimates the flow of refugees over the past three months. The figures grow by the week. 173 Tongs, hardies, hammers, fullers, and punch tools hang from the wall. They feel heavy and sturdy, but their flame-darkened surfaces testify to frequent use. 176 The many pillows are fluffy and full with down. Whoever sleeps here must sleep soundly, indeed. 177 Names fill the scroll from top to bottom. Next to each is a payment amount. 179 The table is set with silver-rimmed plates and golden candlesticks. Clearly, crime pays well. 181 Smoke curls up from these charred skeletons. The smell is nauseating. 182 The heat emanating from this pool threatens to singe the flesh of your face. 184 Smells of fried fish and oysters hang over the stove. The counter is splattered with grease. 185 Stains mar the faded satin sheets. 186 Someone stuffed extra padding under the sheets. 187 This bed looks comfortable, if well-used. 188 The bed is clean and covered with the smoothest of silks. The down mattress feels as light as air. 189 Half-finished tankards of ale and bottles of wine leave wet rings on the bar. Scattered plates hold fish bones and grease. 190 Streaks of red-brown blood and globs of tissue have worked themselves into the minute grooves of the stone. 192 A wreath of straw woven with animal bones hangs from the shelf. 193 These cracked eggshells are leathery but brittle. Most of them have been trampled into a fine dust stamped with tiny, clawed footprints. 194 A millennium's worth of dust fills in the cracks and crevices of this skeletal relief. 196 The pillar tugs at your essence. A pulse from the world itself moves through it. 197 The ancient adra still bears the impression of the thousand souls broken upon it. Your soul burns with remembered suffering. 200 Broken chairs, upended tables, and shattered vases block the stairs. Splintered planks shift precariously. 202 Wan light shines from behind the map. There's a ragged hole to the outside, as if someone dug through. 203 Container 204 Wine Rack 205 This ladder is splintered and cracked beyond use. 206 A rancid stench rises from this grain. It's mushy and mottled with green. 207 This worn, dog-eared book is titled "Travels Upon the Celdglas Sea." There is an etched illustration of a vast, finned leviathan. 208 These collapsed stones are pocked with burrows and narrow crevices. Claw marks and dung mark the passage of beasts. 209 The grass is still flattened behind the wagon's wheels. Barrels of cabbages, potatoes, and squash have been overturned and abandoned. 211 Shattered pieces of a crate are strewn across the dirt, along with a few muddy vegetables. 212 Table 213 Shelf 214 215 This parchment is worn and tattered, and the ink upon it faded. "In this time of hardship... must have just as much faith in ourselves..." 216 The Engwithan symbols are worn and faded, but the words strike a familiar chord: "Duty before self." 217 Corpse 218 Drawer 219 Sarcophagus 220 Bookcase 221 Scroll Case 222 Armoire 223 Closet 224 Crate 225 Barrel 226 Coin Pile 227 This overturned cart bristles with crossbow bolts. Bloodstains darken the cracked wooden slats. 228 Debris 229 A rising sun and the three dawnstars: the symbol of Eothas. 230 Whoever sat here left in a hurry; ink has dripped across the scroll, obscuring its contents. 231 The pile of furniture is branded with scorch marks. 233 The red-brown smears flake away under the toe of your boot. 234 A powerful odor of spices rises from one of these dishes. Vibrant dyes and grain seeds fill the others. 235 Vermin have scoured these plates, though mold still grows in green-black clumps across the table. 236 Strange symbols, as red and rough as scabs, have been carved into some of the trees. 237 The still, dark waters are reflective as black glass. 238 The shards of a mirror cling to the edges of this recess. 239 "To His Grace - I write to implore-" The rest of this letter is crossed out in several places, and then abandoned altogether. 240 These tightly curled scrolls hold faded prayers to Eothas. Many have been torn and trod upon. 241 The symbols here catch the light from the braziers. "All honor to those who give of themselves for the glory of Engwith." The pale stones around the room look dull and lifeless. 242 The symbols on the wall catch what light remains of the adra crystals and proclaim: "We will rise as one." 244 "The gathered bear witness to your strengths and aspirations. Stand tall, and in death, know that you ascend." 245 "It is not within our natures to forgive. Those who seek redemption seek a long and winding path. A road which takes us down into the very hollows of our soul, and asks us to reflect upon the fractured aspects of our selves." 246 Web Sac 247 Water 248 There are faint scratches upon the brickwork by the door hinges. 249 Some of the gold-leaf on these relics has chipped away to reveal the wood beneath. There are tooth marks upon one of the bowls. 250 This stand rocks unsteadily on its base. It seems that the mechanism is broken. 251 Chest 252 Sand 253 Vase 254 Urn 256 This path winds through a narrow canyon, back the way you came. Grooves in the road mark the passage of hundreds of caravans. 257 Essence shimmers and pulsates within the strange device. 259 Hidden Safe 260 "Souls bound in eternity." 261 Armor Rack 262 Weapon Rack 263 Broken Pottery 264 Body 266 The fallen tree doesn't budge. Sap oozes from the jagged wound in its trunk. 267 The footprints around the campfire are indistinct, and may have been here for days or longer. 268 The door seems to be barred from the other side. 269 Wooden Box 271 This mural must be ancient, yet the colors are still bright and vivid. It shows a procession of Engwithans from all the kith races: aumaua, elf, orlan, dwarf, and human. They walk among pillars similar to the ones that span this chamber, each one topped with a flame. 272 Potions 273 Stone Box 274 North to Caed Nua West to Defiance Bay 276 This table has been scarred and stained from decades of use. 277 Dirty plates and half-empty bottles are scattered across this table. 278 The portrait depicts a man and a woman, dressed in Aedyre garb that would have been in style a century ago. The heavy frame has been battered, and the plate that once bore the patron's name has been scratched out. They share a passionate embrace, which seems at odds with the disgust on their faces. 279 Dead Vailian 281 A lower level of the ruins has been blocked off by fallen rubble. 282 Loose Flagstone 283 "Leaving their bodies to offer their souls and forsaking the weakness of Flesh and enfeebling of bone. The barbarian godless succumbed at last." 285 "Time was a veil to the godless. No blessings to reap and no mercies to sow." 286 "Fighters in iron, relentless and fierce as the thousands of foes." 287 This massive structure is formed of stone, adra and copper, and covered in strange glyphs. The air around it vibrates with an unusual energy. 288 An account of Tuatanu's sales. The pages are nearly empty. 289 Vault 290 Body 291 Flames dance amidst scattered offerings. Keys, coins, and the tiny skulls of birds and mice are mired in the melted and hardened wax. 292 This stelgaer's pelt is thick with dust and moths. The plaque below the beast reads: "Maiden Falls, 2682." 293 Erol of Levi looks on enigmatically from the canvas. 296 Skull 297 Shelf 298 The proprietor has collected a respectable variety of bottles from around the world, from tart Aedyre reds to sweet summer wines of Rauatai. 299 The scripts and props belong to a production of "The Most Unfortunate Tale of Favia and Bernat." 300 Each plate and utensil has been polished to a spotless shine. The thin-stemmed goblets ring melodiously at the strike of a fingernail. 301 The wine rack contains a wide selection of vintages from all over Eora, all of them very, very expensive. 302 The Dracogen Inn 303 (String Not Found) 304 Black Hammer Smithy 305 Black Hound Inn 306 The Goose and Fox 307 The Celestial Sapling 308 The Charred Barrel 309 Dead Adventurer 310 Laborer's Rest 311 Dyrwood's Pride 312 Merchant's Stay 313 Vixen's Burrow 314 Suite of Worldly Wonders 315 Fletcher's Stay 316 Wurm's Nest 317 Drake's Den 318 Dragon's Lair 319 Criminal's Getaway 320 Noble's Stay 321 West to Gilded Vale South to Anslög's Compass East to Black Meadow 322 Wanderer's Reprieve 323 Celestial Suite 324 Broad Beam 325 Shiny Pearl 326 The Salty Mast 327 Hendyna's Apothecary 328 Winfrith's Arms and Armory 329 Admeth's Den 330 Artificer's Hall Bonus 331 Botanical Gardens Bonus 332 Chapel Bonus 333 Craft Shop Bonus 334 Forum Bonus 335 Hedge Maze Bonus 336 Library Bonus 337 Towers Bonus 338 Training Grounds Bonus 339 Warden's Lodge Bonus 340 Woodland Trails Bonus 341 No Bonus 342 Brighthollow 343 "The warrior shall call forth two witnesses, and they shall take up positions upon the emblems to bear testament to the character of his soul. The warrior shall ascend the dais, soul vessel in hand, to undergo transference. "Bearing his soul vessel and a weapon with a heart of adra, the warrior may then approach the urn. In this way, he shall fashion an arm worthy of his skills and ambitions." 344 Craft Hall 345 Curio Shop 346 Chapel 347 Blood, still wet, runs from the woman's slit throat, soaking into the sheets below. 348 Altar 349 Northwest to Geiran's Grasp South to Gilded Vale 350 Heodan's Supplies 351 The corpse is cold to the touch and a ripe smell wafts from it in putrid waves. A dark, crusted bloodstain besmirches its simple linen clothing. 352 Rinatto's Wares 353 Alarhî's Herbals 354 Rhanet's Imports 355 Masdên's Supplies 356 Derwn's Weapons and Armor 357 Tamra's Furs and Skins 358 Coren's Herbs 359 The burlap sacks have all but rotted away. 360 Yellowed, fading maps of the bay around Ondra's Gift show routes through the locks between the dikes that hold the ocean back. 361 This spear, broken in half, has ornate Glanfathan etchings along the two halves of its shaft. The wet wood shows dents stained green with moss, probably from impacts against the river's rocks. 362 Rime and Frost Trap 363 This leather pack, its belongings washed down the current of the river, gleams like a wet rock. 364 Deep cuts, still encrusted with blood despite the surrounding moisture, riddle the corpse before you. Figments of essence linger over its ravaged flesh. 365 This boot lies half buried in mud on the river bank, as if it had been flushed from upstream. 366 Runes and symbols are scratched into the stone. You don't know how to read them. 367 Images of men and women swinging hammers and heating iron over a forge fill this alcove. 368 A column of hieroglyphs shows men and women standing in a line and descending into a pool. The figures that emerge below it stand with outstretched arms and triumphantly serene expressions. 369 The pictograms in this alcove portray a procession marching to an altar. A lone figure lies upon the altar, and another member of the procession drives a dagger into his heart. Something flows from the dying man into a white stone perched above the altar. 370 A series of pictographs, simple but clear, are carved on a column in this alcove. Figures of men and women with their arms raised are carved into the top of the column. Suits of armor in the same pose have been chiseled into the bottom. 371 Scenes from a battle appear on this column. An army of men in loincloths and hides is gathered, dwarfed by a dozen full suits of armor that loom over them. In the descending images, the armors crush the army. 372 Runes cover this pillar. You don't know what they say. 373 "How can the people of virtues resist the profane and lawless? Where can the elm dig its roots that the storms cannot wash them out?" 374 "Hungering always for nations and gold. They were ruthless and fearless." 375 "Savages massed at the gates with their arrows and swords and spears, Yearning for conquest and plunder. Their chieftains and warriors feared not Vengeance of gods nor the wrath of their enemies. Death would not punish them." 376 "Never could Pykos accord with their chiefs. Can a people find order when Sunset brings darkness but never a map in the stars of the sky?" 377 "Never the spirit and always the flesh are a people of lowered eyes." 378 Dead Adventurer 379 Treasury 380 The face of this statue has had most of its features struck off, along with portions of its hands. 381 Someone has skinned this orlan and strung up its corpse. The dried flesh is tough and leathery. 382 This effigy is made of several crooked sticks tied together with rough twine. It casts an ominous, flickering shadow on the wall. 383 Skulls have been lashed to this wooden effigy. 384 A crude symbol has been painted on this canvas in streaks of something that looks like blood. 385 A man in bloody robes lies dead upon the table. A heavy crust of blood surrounds his mouth and eyes. 386 This cabinet is finely crafted from a deep, rich wood. However, many of its shelves are broken from years of rough use. 387 Though now ragged and faded, this carpet would once have looked at home in a noble's keep. 388 This elegant vase is cracked and chipped. It looks like an antique from Aedyr. 389 Maggots squirm amidst the deer's entrails. 390 Crabs and small fish cluster in this pool, left behind by the tide. 391 Your reflection warps and twists in the live, gleaming adra. 393 The pages of this tome glisten under a thick layer of frost. 394 The water of this well has frozen solid, trapping small fish from the lake underneath the temple. 395 Refracted light dapples the icy mirror behind this statue. 396 Each line and wrinkle of this warrior's weather-beaten frown has been chiseled from the ice. 397 Water drips from the edges of the alcove. 398 Though cold to the touch, these manacles are free of ice. 399 These bronze manacles gleam with frost. 400 Thick patches of fur cling to the tent leather. 401 Despite the chill, the bedrolls feel warm inside. 402 The chair radiates an unnatural, bone-chilling cold. 403 Frost, smudged with handprints, covers these books. 404 The ice is as hard and solid as stone. 405 The gleaming wall of ice seems to leech all of the warmth from the room. The cold sears your skin, and you draw back before touching it. 406 The Frost-Hewn Breach lies dormant, now nothing more than a perfectly smooth wall of ice. 407 This crooked effigy has been cobbled together with logs, scaled hides, and bones. A human skull adorns the top. 408 Shattered and charred stone blocks the passage into Sun in Shadow. 409 You see a note addressed to some of the household staff: "Please see to it that the family mausoleum is swept and the marble polished. The key is hanging, as always, in the kitchen by the oven." 410 This seems to be the hook mentioned in the letter, but the mausoleum key is missing. 411 This massive face appears to have somehow been shaped out of living adra. Each ridge is smooth and straight. 413 Most of these books are blackened and crumbling, having succumbed to mold and rot. What legible writing remains appears to be Eld Aedyran. 414 *temp* 415 Artificer's Hall 416 Marceno hangs from the bowsprit, his eyes and tongue swollen and bulging. 417 The viscous liquid gives off a sharp, metallic odor. 418 The blood spilled from this bucket seems to have eaten into the stone. The rope tied to the bucket looks long enough to descend into the pit. 419 The stones at the edge of the chasm are slick and beaded with moisture. 420 This bucket is filled with blood and gives off an acrid stench. A dark film floats across the surface of the liquid. 421 Bone pins pierce the hide map at a handful of locations along the Glanfathan side of the Bael River. 422 Codex Collection 423 Lora's Mystical Goods 424 Igrun's Arms and Armor 425 The coarse sand offers modest cushioning. It shifts and sighs underfoot. 426 Narmer's Sundries 427 Peregund's Goods 428 Crucible Keep Armory 429 Tufts of tawny fur and crushed grasses carpet a small hollow in the back of the cavern. 430 The mist rising from the depths feels heavy and warm. 433 Despite its apparently crude construction, the angles of the sod roof are perfectly symmetrical. It hums and vibrates at the activity within. 434 Smells of woodsmoke and gathered kith filter out of this building. 435 The pedestal's shadow creeps around the dais. 436 The pulleys and struts disappear into the branches of a massive elm more than a hundred feet overhead. 437 A dank, sultry draft issues from the cave within the beast's head. Condensation drips from the stone teeth. 438 The stone is pitted with the marks of ancient chisels and furred with moss. 439 A chill hovers over the frozen lake, draining the air of warmth. 440 Purnisc's Apothecary 441 Purnisc's Apothecary 442 Purnisc's Apothecary 444 Sweat and smoke are heavy in the air. 445 The bark feels warm. The roots almost seem to twine around your hand. 446 Golden leaves flash and shine as they fall from the trees. 447 Purnisc's Apothecary 450 General Goods 451 This bucket is filled with blood, and gives off an acrid stench. You recognize it as Mocga's Tears; a powerful poison. 453 Frayed lengths of rope and a few flint chips are scattered across this workbench. 454 Only weeds grow in this dusty patch. 455 The hedges grow in shaggy heaps shot through with weeds and tall grasses. 456 Tangled wires and broken gears litter these wooden boxes. 457 Lizard skins, knuckle bones, and teeth of various sizes lie among the weeds. 458 This trapdoor has been battered by the elements. Tugging on the rusted handle only produces a heavy rattling. 459 One shattered cask still smells faintly of ale, long spilled into the dirt. 460 The sour odors of rancid grain and spoiled fruit permeate the air. Dust and rusted utensils cover the countertop. 461 The shelves creak under the books. Many of the covers are mottled with mildew. 462 The Keepers of the Stone 463 Cobwebs bind the remains of a broken alembic, a cracked mortar, and various shattered bottles and vials to the table. 464 The Stone Bramble 465 The Twice-Split Arrows 466 The Three-Tusk Stelgaer 467 The Fisher Crane 468 The Guided Compass 469 The wall is scratched with an almost illegible string of profanities. 470 The dragon skull is brown with age and polished smooth. 471 Spiders have taken up residence in the empty shelves. 472 This map shows the Dyrwood's old colonial borders. A settlement called "New Dunryd" is marked in the place of present-day Defiance Bay. 474 One glass eye and several teeth are missing from the skuldr head. 475 Gleaming Adra 476 Engwithan Machine 479 Bledha's Potions and Ingredients 480 Crucible Keep Armory 481 Trygil's Curriery 482 The glass is completely opaque with grime and salt. 483 A patina of filth and dead barnacles reaches almost to the ceiling. 484 Carved into the post is the name "Maerwith" and a series of notches labeled with numbers. The lowest notch reads "4" and the highest notch reads "17." 489 Drake Skull 490 The compounds and fluids in these bottles have separated into distinct layers. 491 Small, white stones bloom from the rock. They all feel firmly fixed in place, but there's a hollow where one appears to have been removed. 492 Fading, unintelligible runes cover this surface. 493 Vailian Trading Company 494 A shimmering wall of energy extends across this doorway like a curtain. It repels forward movement with unnatural force. 495 Merec 496 Drafden 497 Iŵen's Herbs 498 Bone Pile 499 Skeleton 500 Vailian Trading Company 501 Black Market 502 Hollow Book 503 House Doemenel 504 Arrows, crude and fletched with bright feathers, protrude from the corpse. 505 Tracks, long and shallow, head east. They're spackled with blood. 506 A piercing ring fills your ears as you near Wael's shrine. There is no other response. 507 Nothing happens when you approach Woedica's shrine. 508 Krivi 509 Admeth's Den 510 Urŵa's Goods 511 One side of this pillar is graven with hundreds of whorls and ridges. Even under a layer of grime and moss, the adra gleams. 512 Fangs' Supplies 513 The Old Stables 514 At the center of a ring of jagged stone, this boulder casts long shadows across the sand as the sun moves overhead. 515 A cylindrical hollow, scarcely wider than the shaft of a weapon, runs through the center of this pedestal. 516 The tracks and bloodstains continue further east. 517 Tent 518 "Essence taken by force may sustain one, but essence given freely empowers many..." 519 A heavy, oily scent emanates from the hides. 520 The fine-grained wood of the shields has been polished to a smooth, even finish. 521 Ripe and juicy, the fruits give slightly under your thumb. 522 The musk of strange roots and herbs pervades these shelves. 523 The stones have been worn smooth by centuries of wind and rain. 524 The Common Room 525 Each plank in the entrance is perfectly aligned. 526 Solid iron bars block a dark passage. They don't budge, and there doesn't appear to be any mechanism for raising them from the outside. 529 The inscription underneath the family crest reads "Valtas." 530 It looks like someone smashed the family crest of this mausoleum with a hammer. The inscription beneath it is illegible. 531 The vague shapes of kith are visible in the coal-black ash coating the brickwork. 532 Fragments of faded Engwithan runes descend the length of these broken pillars. 533 The plaque beneath the display case reads: "The legendary Gilt Blade of Lorn, capable of smiting any foe dead with a single blow. Broken in the Battle of Tower Watch." 534 These prayer scrolls are coated in a thick layer of grime and dust. 535 Thick copper veins run beneath the adra surface, providing a skeletal framework that protrudes like bone from rotting flesh. 536 These ornate stone coffins are lined with adra. Peculiar runes encircle the jeweled sphere at the center of the lid. 537 The runes and engravings upon this familiar machine are unnaturally well-preserved. The machine itself remains inert and lifeless. 538 This adra has turned a dull shade of crimson. Entire sections of it have crumbled away from the walls and ceiling. 539 What remains of this statue suggests it once depicted a young warrior. The details on the clothing have worn away, leaving only indistinct forms. 540 What remains of this statue suggests it once depicted a young warrior. There are runes along the base, and at the statue's feet is a name: "Maros" 541 Cracked Animat Armor 542 Broken Machine 543 Crystal 545 The Salty Mast 546 These strange mechanisms have cracks in several places, and some components appear to have been dismantled. There is no clear means of activating them. 547 Adra has grown into the crevices of these weathered shelves like fungus, pushing past stone and copper. 548 These tall, glass-green pillars appear as if they have sprouted from the earth. The flickering fire sets shadows dancing within. 549 The calm waters smell faintly of refuse. 550 Crumbled loaves and shredded flyers float on the waters. 551 Crude and functional, this building is stained with the grime and effluvium of a busy and fast-growing city. 552 The shields have been battered and scarred in long-ago battles. 553 The benches are strewn with chicken bones, broken bottles, and greasy scraps of paper. 554 The moist, cracking bricks of this building belch sewer gas. 555 Muddy bootprints and splotches of ale stain the bedsheets. 556 Long, jagged tears slice across the garden scene in this painting. 557 A few bedrolls and spare tunics are bundled in the corner. 558 The sturdy bunks are topped with thin blankets and even thinner mattresses. 559 A rancid stench rises from the basin. The dishes at the top of the pile are flecked with morsels of meat and cheese. Those at the bottom are coated in a slimy fuzz. 560 Spilled tea, empty ink pots, and one detailed sketch of a fire-breathing old dwarf are all that remain of a long study session. 561 Someone has peeled the labels from these bottles. They're stuffed with a dark, gunky pulp that gives off a pungent odor. 562 A couple of crude beds have been improvised from an assortment of tattered blankets and pillows. Dribbles of some dark liquid stain the fabric. 563 The pots are crusted shut with some unidentifiable gunk. 564 The smoldering fire is strewn with the meager remains of a recent meal: fish bones, a molded rind of cheese, and a blackened bread crust. 565 The wobbly little tent is barely standing. 566 Fat, squirming larvae bob in this green liquid. 567 Viscous, foul-smelling sludge ebbs in the trench. 568 A dwarf and an orlan debate philosophy on the other side of the curtain. 569 The painting depicts Glanfathan ruins, and the canvas bears the rough brushstrokes of a talented amateur. "Ibrel's Well: 2665." 570 A dragon is outlined in charcoal pencil. The thick, jagged lines - and the faint smell of sulfur - suggest that the artist completed this sketch in a hurry. "Cliff Dragon. White March, 2685." 571 Scattered amongst such titles as "Flora of the Living Lands," "Unity in Disunity: A History of the Deadfire Archipelago," and "Treatises on the Kulklin People" are half a dozen travel journals held together with twine. 572 This adra pillar appears to have burst up from beneath the floor, enveloping the dark, indistinct figure within. 573 "Old Vailia, southern coast, c. 2670 AI." 574 The pages of these old books are crisp and fragrant with the salt of a sea breeze. 575 Daggers mark the locations of various Engwithan ruins. Notes posted around the map list bets on current expeditions. 576 The edges of these swords have been blunted for practice. 577 Someone scrawled "Commander Clyver" across this dummy in chalk. 578 The outer bands of this target are pocked with countless holes. 579 "Arrows are for practice in the expedition hall ONLY. Purchase weapons for personal use from Sonild. NO EXCEPTIONS. - Osric" 580 The books on these shelves cover the history and mythology of Old Vailia. 581 These titles all refer to Glanfathan mathematics and advanced geometry. 582 "The Travels of Erol of Levi, 2662 - 268?" 583 Assorted plays from all over the world fill these shelves. 584 Nestled between tin helms and breastplates are a handful of daggers that feel too sharp to be props. 585 This painting depicts the famous scene from "The Light of Dawn" in which the traveler and the ghost happen upon a starving man. 586 This is the official emblem of the Free Palatinate of the Dyrwood - a stag's head in the center with a six-pointed star in the corner. 587 Weeds grow thick and full, untroubled by the passage of kith. 588 This painting shows a row of warriors standing atop the walls of Defiance Bay while Aedyre ships sail away. 589 This is a record of active patrols and reported crimes in Ondra's Gift. The latter far outnumber the former. 590 The blades are razor-sharp. 591 This wooden chair feels sturdy if not exactly comfortable. The padding has worn thin over countless hearings, and the rough-grained wood feels course enough to snag clothing. 592 This proposal lays out the details of a collaborative arrangement between Dyrwoodan and Vailian animancers. 593 Notes in two separate styles of handwriting lay out a series of bargains and counter-offers in a deal to block another delegate's request for animancy funding. 594 Whether by design or by consequence of the sputtering candlelight, the hooded statue's face is almost impossible to see. 595 Spread across the table are the blueprints of an in-progress trade deal between a merchant company from the Republics and a Dyrwoodan wyr wool collective. 596 These postings show current prices for a range of commodities, and they track the running exchange rate for the Vailian Lusce. 597 Rolled bills and receipts show amounts paid to Maea's staff as well as her expenses for ale, fish, and new linens. 598 This is a rather graphic declaration of affection for someone named "Serel." 599 Up close, these look more comfortable than one might expect. 600 A game of Dunryd Draw seems to have ended abruptly with scattered cards and blacsonn pipes. 601 Astoundingly, there's no spare change between these cushions. 602 Lingering in the oppressive air, the soul of Thaos twists and coils as if struggling to remain. 604 A shipping manifest listing the cargo of the "Prìncipa me Ciamena" - four hundred sharkskins from Rauatai, twenty bales of blackwood from the Living Lands, and six dozen barrels of Aedyre ale. 605 Bundled navigational charts and nautical maps. 606 "For immediate transport to Barda. HANDLE WITH CARE." 607 "Caution: flammable." 608 "Live specimens: do not open." 609 "Esteemed Mestre Verzano - While your ambitions would dignify any son of the Republics, your methods do not. The ducs have asked once that you see to the business interests of all of the Republics. They are not given to asking twice. -Vicent Agosti" 610 A quiet, motionless shape is swaddled beneath filthy rags and moth-eaten towels. 611 A pale green fuzz has colonized one of the loaves. 612 The wood of these barrels and crates is swollen and warped as if by water. 613 The window offers a glimpse of the bay beyond Ondra's Gift. Clouds and gulls drift above cresting waves. 614 The thick glass around these columns is cold. Nothing glows inside. 615 A dozen tiny somethings squirm within the pot of rice. 616 The bed is as stiff as a plank. The worn, grimy blankets feel as if they'd come apart in the wash. 617 Sticky paper packets of svef have been stowed under the black-stained blanket. 618 Someone's stashed a few sooty playing cards under the bed. 619 The rounded impressions in the sheets are the right size and shape for three seated kith. 620 The rope coiled around the chair feels painfully scratchy. 621 The water in the pail is murky with blood. 622 The knob on the underside suggests that the table was fashioned from a derelict door. The slightest pressure causes it to wobble atop the barrels. 623 The grimy windows have been papered over from the inside. 624 With its crooked and missing shingles, the roof resembles a prize fighter's gap-toothed smile. 625 Surrounded by scattered planks, it isn't clear whether this skiff has been half-built and abandoned or cannibalized for lumber. 626 Mud squelches underfoot. Crabs scuttle out of the debris. 627 Mussels cling to the bricks and planks, their shells sharp enough to cut flesh. 628 These charming windows are reinforced with iron bars and a double thickness of glass. 629 The marble is cool and perfectly smooth. Droplets of crystal-clear water bead the statues. 630 There isn't so much as a spot on these oranges. 631 Affixed to the wall are leads in a case involving, apparently, a caravan that disappeared en route to New Heomar. 632 Either these notes are written in code, or the author's handwriting is atrocious. 633 Some of these vintages are even older than Defiance Bay. 634 A group of notes speculate about the identity and location of a secret sect in Defiance Bay. 635 "What Your Soul May Be Trying to Tell You" 636 These look like field sketches of Engwithan ruins and artifacts. 637 The edges of the cage are dented and scored with claw marks. 638 This strange device seems to thrum with power. 639 The copper wires and conduits are shiny. The device is warm to the touch. 640 Something churns and bubbles in this tank. 641 The crooked boards show deep gouge marks. They're spaced like folk or elven fingernails. 642 The bucket reeks of offal. 643 The chains groan with added weight. Crescent bite marks pit the edges of the cot. 644 Crooked chalk tally marks cover the surface of this table. 645 The labels, all perfectly angled outward, boast an array of fine vintages. However, they're all coated in dust. 646 The skins are so bright and red, it looks as if someone has taken the time to polish each fruit individually. 647 The ledger lists quantities of wheat, copper, and wyr wool. A deep crease along the spine suggests that the book never closes. 648 These apples look too vividly crimson to be real. 649 Though exquisitely crafted, this loveseat feels stiff and uncomfortable. 650 The coverlet feels like imported Aedyre silk. 651 While this landscape shows promise, the brushwork is obviously hurried. The artist seems to have spent more time on his signature, "A. Doemenel," than anything else. 652 The perceptive use of color in this panorama is overshadowed by the oversized signature along the bottom: "Abrecan Doemenel." 653 The oven smells of roast game hen and baking bread. 654 This map of the Dyrwood and Eir Glanfath appears to predate the discovery of some of the ruins in the east. It's signed by the cartographer, "A. Skerrion." 655 This map charts routes through the White March. 656 An Ixamitl water jug fashioned from white clay. 657 This ashtray is painted with colorful waves and whorls in the style of Rauatai. 658 Pale yellow and deep amber whiskeys from the Dyrwood and the Living Lands rest side by side. 659 Flasks of the infamous "soul burn" of the Deadfire Archipelago are nestled next to crystal-clear Naasitaqi and Glamfellen spirits. 660 From here, the mansion appears deserted. 661 Emptied of essence, the adra contraption is still and quiet. 662 The mattress is lumpy and smells of old straw, but whoever slept here last made it neatly. 663 Patting the scratchy old coverlet thickens the air with dust. No one has used this bed in weeks. 664 The pulling, pounding energy in the machine feels even stronger up here. 665 The scroll contains a pen and ink diagram of the adra device running through the tower. Despite copious measurements and carefully drawn detail, it gives no indication of the machine's purpose. 666 "Day 2: We've completed our measurements of the machine (thanks to Trindig's youthful agility!). Further examination is required to discover its intended use." 667 "Day 7: A week of study and we're still none the wiser about this device. Trindig remains optimistic - I don't know what I'd do without his spirit." 668 "Day 10: Patrons grow impatient with the lack of quantifiable results. They should drag themselves out of their mansions and spend a few nights here if they think it's so easy." 669 "Day 11: Finally got out of the tower to clear our heads. Beasts take the patrons - we'll finish the study on our own terms, our own time. Just as I said as much to Trindig, the sky came to life with stray lighting. I said it's a good omen, but the poor lad's spooked. Only cure for that is a good night's sleep." 670 "The Works of the Engwithans - A Comprehensive Guide" 671 Standing near the device feels like being blown about by a storm gale. The stone steps hum with energy. 672 The cobwebs sway in a draft. 673 These vaults are sealed shut and sticky with cobwebs. 674 Nestled among the candles are the odds and ends of a patchwork family memorial - Vailian lusces, a cameo etching of a woman in finery, and a turquoise necklace. 675 Left out to rot, these potatoes are covered with wet, rank-smelling bruises. 676 These stale loaves are as hard as rocks. 677 Something - or someone - snapped this candelabra in two. 678 Rich, savory stew bubbles over the hearth. 679 The new shelves smell rich with freshly cut timber. 680 Rats skitter among the broken stairs. 681 The window on the other side of the curtain looks down on a tangled mess of overgrown hedges. 682 The window on the other side of the curtain looks down on the perfect rows of a hedge maze. 683 The thick-woven wyr wool feels soft and warm. 684 The wilderness of the Dyrwood rambles on beyond the house. 685 There's a new bottle of wine with a note attached: "Next time you're in Brackenbury, we'll open one of these together. Cheers, Abrecan" 686 There's a new bottle of wine with a note attached: "In honor of our new alliance, I've delivered one of our finer vintages from our cellar and my ineffectual son. Here's to a prosperous future. Yours, G. Doemenel" 687 Tucked in the drawer is a note signed with bright red lip prints. It reeks of cloying perfume. "Thanks again for your help with Kolfecg. It's always nice to have a friend who knows how to take care of business. Come see me any time. -Bricanta" 688 The gray and brown pelts of mice flit between the boards. 689 The brazier's chains are rigid with rust. 690 The silver trails of slugs gleam inside the barrels. 691 A row of short, neat chalk lines mark the wall. 692 Someone has traced a mural of spirals and stars in something that looks - and smells - like excrement. 693 This cot is rough with splinters. 694 It feels as if cobwebs are the only things holding this rickety old mess together. 695 Something has made a nest out of old straw and mattress ticking. 696 Three greasy playing cards are hidden under the coverlet. 697 A sketch of a young elven woman with large eyes and a small, fine nose is tucked under the pillow. 698 A novel about a torrid affair between a plucky young animancer and a taciturn, muscle-bound Glanfathan. Inscribed inside the front cover is a note: "Saw this when I was clearing out my bookshelves and thought of you (not like that, I mean). Thought you might have some time on your travels to enjoy this. A friend told me it's good. I haven't actually read it. Seriously. -Nedyn" 699 Several new volumes occupy these shelves. Tucked between them is a note from Ethelmoer: "Compliments of the Brackenbury Sanitarium. Take good care of these books - most of them are still illegal in the Aedyr Empire." 700 This field journal contains sketches of Admeth's Wyrt, Dyrcap, and other common plants. 701 "May the faithful of Magran find themselves transformed in her trials." 702 "May the faithful of Berath find in each end a new beginning." 703 "May Eothas' light shine once more on his faithful." 704 "May the Quiet Slave guide and conceal the schemes of his followers." 705 "Guided by questions and riddled with answers are the seekers of Wael." 706 "May the gods guide and protect all who seek their blessing." 707 Dried fruit, cured meat, and mixed nuts are sorted among the display case boxes. 708 Springs, gears, and wires jangle around in the crate. 710 Interlocking rings are carved with peculiar symbols. They slide across one another with a soft series of clicks. 711 This looks like something from an Aedyran drinking game in which several vials are filled with water and one with concentrated sonnread liquor. 712 "Dank spore truffles - free sample!" 713 Essence shimmers within these bottles. 714 Dozens of spider legs protrude from the necks of these bottles. 715 The folded shirts feel soft and lightweight. 716 A lurid orange cover stands out from the rest. The title on the spine is "Magran's Warriors." There's a note on the ale-stained first page: "This takes a few liberties with the battle scenes, but it's a good account of what happened at Halgot Citadel. A friend of mine wrote this a few years back but couldn't even sell a copy to the duc's blazing records keeper. Goes to show you how deep the Crucible Knights have sunk their claws. -Wenan" 717 A ceremonial sword of the Knights of the Crucible rests in the rack. It was a gift from Commander Clyver. 718 A ceremonial forge hammer of the Knights of the Crucible rests in the rack. It was a gift from Dunstan. 719 Viscous and oily, this muck clings to anything it touches. 720 Bats as large as chickens are strung in the web. 721 The struts and supports are large enough to be the ribs and vertebrae of a dragon. 722 The smell of roasting meat wafts from this tent. 723 The tent is empty but for a pair of stained cots and the stink of unwashed bodies. 724 Spoons hang by the fire, coated in brownish gunk. 725 Some kind of brown slop is congealing in these dishes. It smells burnt. 726 The floorboards are sticky with spills that no one has bothered to clean. 727 These bones are covered in tiny bite marks. 728 Crammed behind the books is a drawing that shows Eothas and Lord Raedric in a compromising position. 729 Roaches scatter and flee under the crates. 730 The bellows sigh into the furnace, and the coals burn brighter still. 731 Dented and dull, these swords look ready for the forge. 732 Clam shells and crab carapaces litter the coals. 733 Fish and clumps of seaweed, bright green with heat, roil in the stew. It tastes pleasantly salty. 734 Moss and mold cover the bones like a blanket. They smell earthy and wet. 735 Mice crawl through eye sockets and over femurs. 736 Squirrels hop from branch to branch. 737 The frayed end of the rope drifts in the river. 738 A full satchel is stowed under the bed. 739 Rats scurry behind the sacks. 740 This bottle of sonnread is half-empty. 741 Warding symbols, as red and rough as scabs, have been carved into some of the trees. 742 These carvings glisten with fresh sap. 743 Despite the rains, the stalks feel as dry and stiff as a locust's husk. 744 Beneath the vines are crude carvings of a sun rising over three stars. 745 The windows are clouded with the haze of accumulated smoke and cooking grease. 747 Scattered between the roots are bracelets of twine and bead, wilting flowers, and notes half-erased by the rains. 748 The joints are fringed with rust. The emblem on the breastplate is of a tree with broad, heart-shaped leaves. 749 Under the pillow is a wooden medallion carved with a rising sun and three stars. It's tied to a leather thong. 750 Silver forks and knives are gnawed with tarnish. 751 The roast goat smells only faintly of smoke and burnt fat. Hunks of meat have been carved from the cold carcass. 752 Dusty old ledgers record the taxes paid on farmsteads in Gilded Vale as far back as 2632. 753 Blackened pages curl in the fire. A leather cover, embossed with a rising sun and three stars, is barely visible through the flames. 754 "The Thousand Faces of the Twinned God" 755 "On the Worship of Berath the Silent" 756 Sweet, musky incense is stored in boxes under the altar. 757 Smooth depressions have been polished into the seat over the years. 758 The back of the pew is cracked. 759 The threadbare robes in the closet smell of incense. 760 Blood and flecks of dried flesh encrust the restraints. 761 The tank is warm to the touch. The glass vibrates with the bubbling fluid inside. 762 Blood is smeared on the wall in the vague shape of letters. Whatever it once said has been obscured by a crimson handprint. 763 A few bloodied fingernails are embedded in the dirt. 764 The bite marks on these bones appear to be the proper size for folk and elven teeth. 765 Gouge marks and scratches line the edge of the lid. 766 A heavy stench rises from the stagnant waters. 767 Rainwater, twitching with tiny larvae, sloshes in the barrel. 768 The cannisters are filled with wet, clumped gunpowder. 769 The bottom staves of the barrels are dark but dry. Whatever these barrels held leaked out long ago. 770 The air in the stable is heavy with bat dung. 771 Dead Thief 772 Field mice scatter, crawling between the beast's teeth. 773 A spare bedroll is laid out in this tent, but there's no other sign of kith. 774 Someone carved the initials "TRS" into the log. 775 Greasy chicken bones rattle around the bottom of this crate. 776 A shingle clatters from the collapsing roof. 777 Moss has taken root in the damp stone. 778 A lizard scurries under the rock. 779 In the bay below, waves roll toward Defiance Bay. 780 The tunnel burrows into the depths as far as the eye can see. The crystal waters are perfectly transparent. 781 Soot darkens the lip of the cavern. 782 Shattered crystal crunches and tinkles underfoot. 783 These bones are partially corroded. They're coated with thick slime. 784 A crutch is stowed under the bed. 785 Despite the fire, chilly drafts sigh through the tumbledown house. 786 Wine dregs swirl around the bottom of the clay jar. 787 Tucked under the flap of this bedroll is a relic of some kind - a small conch shell strung with seaweed. 788 A sparrow's nest is tucked between two angled slats. 789 Rippling waves of heat rise. 790 The bones have been snapped and crushed by massive teeth. 791 The bones feel as hard as stone yet surprisingly light. 792 This is an old Aedyre horror story about a haunted dinner party. 793 The space above the alcove is carved with simple hieroglyphs. 794 The spikes look sharp enough to cleave bone. 795 The skull is thrown back in a grimace of agony. 796 Ropelike strands of webbing glisten with moisture. 797 The luminous mushrooms give off a heavy, earthy musk. 798 Warm air pulses through the aperture. 799 The adra toenail is as hard and smooth as a steel tower shield. 800 The adra is so smooth that you can barely feel the marks of a chisel. 801 You bury your arm to the shoulder, and you still haven't reached the bottom of the pile. 802 You think you hear the faint sound of whispering coming from the skulls, but the words are unintelligible. 805 Fireball Trap 806 Fan of Flames Trap 807 Tanglefoot Trap 808 A dense tangle of thorns blocks the path. The vines twitch and wriggle. 809 The hearth still smells of freshly-cooked game. Grease spatters the blackened bricks. 810 Seeds and husks have been scattered across the floor. 811 The edge of the shelf is daubed with bird lime. 812 Spread across a lumpy pallet of straw, the hide blankets are surprisingly soft. 813 The dried herbs crunch between your fingers, giving off a sweet, floral aroma. 815 The water is cool and crisp. 816 A cool breeze whistles through the leaves. 817 The bed rocks with the gentle swaying of the tree. 818 The unusual stone pulses with warmth. 819 Something has burrowed a small hollow in the pile of gold. 820 The edges of the bones are brittle and blackened. 821 The table is scarred and stained from years of use. 822 The crates contain the few necessities of a Glanfathan traveling party - furs and blankets, sturdy hide clothing, and gifts of carved adra. 823 Though simple and unadorned, the blades are made of sharp and finely tempered steel. 824 "The blood of sacrifice waters the soil of Eir Glanfath." 825 "The bravest sons and daughters fall not by the swords of estramorwn, but by the daggers of their brethren." 826 "Essence within to nurture flesh, and essence without to strengthen it." 827 The bones and woven reeds are darkened with soot from the hearth. 828 The fire gives off the thick, rich odor of burning peat. 829 The clear waters taste sweet and refreshing. 830 Every wrinkle and boil carved into Woedica's statue looks painfully familiar. 831 The towering stone creature is cold and slimy with fungal growth. Its horns look sharp enough to saw through lumber. 832 The city extends as far as the eye can see. 833 Chalky bits of bone break away between your fingers. 834 A churning gale rises from the depths. 836 The statue is warm to the touch. 837 The machine resonates with the energy of thousands of souls. Standing near it makes your head spin. 838 East to Raedric's Hold West to Gilded Vale 839 East to the Salty Mast South to the Docks 840 North to First Fires South to the Salty Mast 841 Mud 842 Calisca's Body 843 Waves are roughly chiseled in the stone. They grasp at Ondra's beloved moon like curling fingers. 844 Dead Pilgrim 845 Elder Archives 846 The inscriptions on this altar, almost unreadable under a layer of thick moss, pay homage to Hylea. 847 The clouds above the cliffs of the Northweald reflect on the iridescent surface of this pillar of adra. 848 The Wailing Banshee 849 Robe 850 Thick, rust-red veins of dead adra worm their way through the statue's wrist, and into the darkness beyond. 851 The Black Hound Inn 852 Black Hammer Smithery 853 Statue 854 Loose Brick 855 Bedroll 856 Sack 857 Sanitarium 858 These shattered fragments appear to have once been part of a single tablet, smashed atop this stone table. 859 Beer 860 Hearthsong Market 861 The Celestial Sapling 862 Something in the ether hums and buzzes through your teeth. 863 Deep and long cuts fester with flies, indicating that the massive stelgaer has been dead for some time. 864 Vailian Embassy 865 Cage 866 An adra disc is wedged into a shallow depression in the rock. Runes glow from its surface. 867 Store 868 Stalwart Fishery 869 Hidden Compartment 870 Bottles 871 872 Gréf's Rest Inn 873 The mine looks like it was deliberately collapsed. 874 These smelters haven't seen use in a long time. 875 Yduran's Wares 876 The Gréf's Rest 877 The shaft of each spear is splintered and broken, each of them held together only by tightly bound leather straps. 878 These necklaces have been made from the teeth and claws of various predators - wolves, bears, and lions. 879 Judging from the large hole behind the gills, it can be safely assumed this trophy fish was shot with a pistol and not caught by a hook or a net. 880 This door appears to be barred from the inside. It does not budge. 881 The dead eyes of speckleback, irontooth pike, and frostdiver fish gaze up at you. 882 These roasting fish provide much of the pungent odor permeating the fishery. 883 This tattered net appears to have been set aside for mending. 884 This large piece of stone is adorned with an engraving of a hammer and chisel, though the writing beneath is too worn away to read. 885 Under a hail of knives and hatchets is a fading set of charcoal scratches apparently meant to suggest a face. Someone has helpfully carved 'Mayor Cyneheod' underneath. 886 An assortment of dusty vintages lines these shelves. Many date to before the War of Defiance. 887 Copper Minnow 888 Silver Catfish 889 Golden Whale 890 The petrified skull is as cold and hard as stone. Wax tears dribble from the eye sockets. 891 This crystal glows with a smoky amber light. It gives off a faint warmth. 892 There's a cannonball-shaped dent in the front of this shield. 893 This map depicts the peak of the mountain, with markers denoting altitude. 894 These teeth have been sanded smooth in preparation for carving. 895 Tables, shields and collapsed stones have been piled up to form an impassable barricade. 896 Hollow Log 897 These stones are strangely warm to the touch. Though most of the runes are indecipherable, a few look like names. 898 The inside of this minecart is caked with blackened grease. It smells of burnt fat. 899 A note pasted to the door reads: "Busy. Return later. If you must. - Galvino" 900 Rat Nest 901 Frozen Corpse 902 In the trampled, bloody slush around this toppled wagon, you spy tracks leading back south along the path. 903 This crate is empty, though it smells strongly of fish. 904 Crevice 905 Morug 906 The road continues climbing for a short distance before turning sharply down into the pass beyond. 907 Lifting up a corner of the tarp reveals a jumble of rusted metal alongside the firewood. 908 [TEMP] An altar. 909 "Do not remove any equipment from the armory without permission from Armswarden Marunn or Captain Gregur." 911 Francesca 912 Coal 913 Many of these frozen corpses are missing fingers or have had chunks of flesh cut out from their thighs and torsos. 914 Taragaer 915 These scrolls catalog quantities of ore and minerals taken from the mines. 916 Heat ripples and rises from grate-covered hallways below you. 917 Skeletons lie crushed beneath enormous stone slabs. 918 Only a few bones protrude from the rubble, and they've been broken like twigs. 919 A freezing draft filters through the collapsed wall. It looks as if something broke through from the outside. 920 Heat from the level below prickles your skin. 921 Something burns beneath you, but you can't see what. 922 A bronze statue of Abydon stands over incense ash and rusted metal tokens. 923 The surface of the anvil hums with power. It's warm to the touch. 924 The interior of the forge is crusted with dark, rippled stone. 925 Eye-watering heat wafts from the mouth of the White Forge. 926 This globe is marked with the various Pargrunen settlements around Eora. 927 Books and pages scrawled with equations and measures of essence are scattered across this table as if someone went through them in a hurry. 929 Frozen Corpse 930 Pool of Water 931 Pile of Snow 932 Shrubbery 933 Hollow Tree 934 Snowy Mound 935 Pile of Rocks 936 Rocky Cluster 937 Pile of Bones 938 Mushroom Cluster 939 Ore Vein 940 Minecart 941 Mining Tools 942 Display Case 943 Stag 944 An upper section of the side of the tower has crumbled, blocking access within. 945 A hole bores into the stone. Its edges are blackened and gritty with soot. 946 A body lies beneath a blood-soaked shroud. It reeks of rot and infection. 947 A cold wind from the south 948 Reached Old Vailia in the west 949 And bore our parents east 950 To seek the White Forge in the north. 951 The creature in the tank remains still, but its eyes follow you as you get close. 952 There's no movement from the creature inside this tank. 953 This tower looks like it was carved from the stone of the cliff. The entrance is collapsed and sealed with ice, but you imagine that it commands an impressive view of the valley below. 954 The cliffside plunges for a thousand feet to the valley below. Stalwart is barely a speck amongst the trees in the distance. 955 Pile of Scrolls 956 Machine 957 Grating 958 Mannequin 959 Bubbles rise from the depths of a murky, sludgy stew. The few bones in the pot have been picked clean, and they float amidst swirling globules of grease. 960 These shields all sport signs of battle, ranging from blood stains to deep gouges in the wood. 961 A scattered pile of mechanical finger joints lies strewn across this desk. 962 These crates hold innumerable discarded mechanical hinges, face-plates and limbs. 963 This appears to be a crude rendering of the mountains surrounding Durgan's Battery. 964 This hulking contraption hums with power. Approaching within a few feet sets a peculiar buzzing in your teeth. 965 This mannequin's head has been all but seared away by some unknown spell. The wood is warped and pitted through. 966 A gelatinous green film has congealed along the bottom of this shattered machine. 967 This platter has gone entirely untouched, leaving the tantalizing meal to the flies. 968 An impressive assortment of wine bottles lines these shelves. Most appear to be Vailian vintages. 969 An assortment of scrap materials has been left behind on this worktable. 970 A thick layer of dust coats these empty shelves. 971 An aumaua-sized creature floats in this tank. Its flesh is shriveled and gray. 972 The corpse's skin has been peeled back and held in place with a thick, viscous webbing. 973 The glass jars on the shelves contain brains of various sizes. 974 Workshop 975 Water trickles down glistening pillars and spears of ice. A few rocks peek out from between them. 976 A pungent, sulfuric odor rises with the steam. 977 This brazier looks large enough to have held a signal fire once. 978 The iron and copper deposits are spattered with blood. 979 The woman's rigid fingers still dig into the earth. Her battered armor squeezes her bloat-swollen limbs. Maggots squirm from a ragged wound in her back. 980 A bloody hammer rests where this corpse's head should be. Bone fragments and dried chunks of brain matter are stuck to the grass. 981 The corpse's remaining hand clutches at its own trailing innards. The stench of decay is almost unbearable. 982 This trebuchet smells of fresh pine and hemp. Its beams are still sticky with sap. 983 Gnats buzz over a film of murky, algae-choked water. Something glints just beneath the surface. 984 Coal 985 The book contains a list of names, most of which are crossed off. You recognize the four names which haven't been touched yet: Sabel, Pelden, Tanoss, and Uariki. 986 The clay tablet is ancient, and most of the symbols inscribed upon it are indecipherable. 987 This is a map of the mines, but various tunnels and choke points have been marked off with arrows and X's. It looks like a hasty battle plan. 988 Every bone in this skeleton has been snapped in two - or more - places. 989 Shattered skeletons lie prostrate before the shrine. 990 Swords and helms have been laid at the feet of this statue. 991 Something heavy broke through the railing and gouged a chunk out of the bridge. 993 The wall has been smashed into great, jagged shards. 994 These stone slabs have shattered like pottery. 995 The breastplates and cuisses are all smashed or bent beyond further use. 996 A heavy bronze suit appears to have been ripped apart, its pieces scattered across the floor. 997 Rocks choke the tunnel mouth as if it caved in - or was purposefully collapsed - some time ago. 998 Many of these bones have been ground into grit. 999 This skeleton's ribcage has been smashed into fragments. 1000 Dented minecarts and heaps of rubble block this tunnel. 1001 Most of these crates and barrels are empty, and several are overturned. It looks as if they were cleared out in a hurry. 1002 The surface of this large, square anvil is completely smooth. The adra pillar in the middle seems to tug at your essence. 1003 Ancient scrolls have been yanked out of the shelves and left on the floor. 1004 Pargrunen histories lie open and abandoned. Some are missing pages. 1005 Something pulled this construct apart like a child's toy. 1006 This wall was a yard thick and solid stone, yet something broke through it. 1007 Boulders and stone blocks tumble from the broken wall. It would require at least a dozen aumaua to move even one of them. 1008 These pliers, picks, and awls were made for shaping metal. Dried blood flakes off of them like rust. 1009 A star-patterned crack radiates from the center of this table, as if a hammer or mace smashed it. A pair of skeletal hands protrudes from beneath it. 1010 Torn scrolls and books with broken spines litter the floor below the shelves. 1011 Cracked skulls and splintered bones lie in a jumble. Most of the remains have been ground into dust. 1012 Bones, chipped but whole, have been swept into a pile. 1013 It looks as if these skeletons were once stacked, but they've fallen apart as their connective tissue has rotted away. 1014 A few tokens - filthy coins and tattered ribbons - have been scattered in this bone pile. 1015 Several skeletons have been laid alongside one another. Their legs and ribs are broken, but a dented Abydon statuette has been left amongst them. 1016 This boulder appears to have crashed through the tower, taking a section of the wall with it. 1017 This fading banner depicts two linked circles above a snowy mountain peak. 1018 Tubes of stiff, frozen mud rise from the ground, and warm air buffets your face as you peer into them. You see shiny, jagged shards inside. 1019 You trace fading outline and shapes in these panels. It looks like they were once a sequence of reliefs, but the images have worn away. 1020 These panels have been worn smooth. In one, you can just detect the shape of a sword, and in another, the stocky body of a dwarf. 1021 This shelf has been nicked and notched all along its length. 1022 Liquid metal drips from the dangling skeleton. 1023 Something bubbles and hisses within this vat. Its metal sides are hot enough to scald. 1024 This book burns your hands when you touch it. 1025 The rich fabric is as smooth as lambskin and softer than most beds. 1026 As you draw close, the words on this scroll fade and disappear. 1027 The rust-red figures on this scroll look as though they were written in blood. 1028 Despite the years of weathering, where the helmets on the other armors in the room are plain and lusterless, this one is brighter and more reflective. 1029 This armor has been posed bracing behind a broad shield, thick and sturdy as a city gate. 1030 The sword wielded by this suit of armor is covered in fine detail work, far more intricate than that of the armor itself. 1031 The pungent stench of some type of preservative emanates from these shelves. 1032 "Meditate on those who came before you And those who go beyond you. Remember first your father And last your younger brother, But know all Pargrunen as kin." 1033 Cracks snake across this stone tablet. The edges have been worn smooth over centuries of handling. It reads: "We who stand shoulder to shoulder alongside the oldest of kith empires send you forth. Honor us as we remember you." 1034 The corners of this tablet are chipped, but it's otherwise in good condition. It reads: "We plant ourselves in a strange and wild land but remember well our roots. Though we are distant, know us still as kin." 1035 The letters on this tablet are crisp and deep, as if chiseled recently. They read: "Though our towers of stone are surrounded by gates of coral We are Pargrunen still. Write our names in your halls and your hearts." 1036 Surgery Table 1037 Journal 1038 1039 Sparks crawl over the wires and plates of this machine, illuminating the innards with each burst of light. 1040 Tufts of hair are still stuck to the metal slats of this helmet. You spy dark smudges along the edges of the manacles. 1041 Viscous green liquid seeps from a crack in this glass tank. It exudes a strong chemical odor that is almost painful to inhale. 1042 Charred Remains 1043 Arranged from top to bottom, these boxes boast increasingly intricate locks. A few broken lockpicks lie discarded on the shelves. 1044 Bones, stripped of flesh and gouged with tooth-marks, are piled beneath the snow. 1045 This statue of Abydon is mottled and tarnished, but each bolt and rivet appears crafted with meticulous detail. 1046 You think you glimpse flickers of movement in this tarnished, clouded mirror. 1047 Fresh Grave 1048 (TEMP) A sunken boat. Very old. 1049 Tiny spiders have nested in this round shot casting station. 1050 A map shows the peaks and passes surrounding Durgan's Battery. Faded red circles mark choke points. 1051 A peek through the crack reveals a long, long drop. 1052 These cannons are encrusted with thick, pungent slime. 1053 This broken panel has rusted beyond repair. 1054 The cannons are cold as ice and banded by angular patterns and prayers to Abydon. 1055 These foul-smelling nests hold twigs, rags, and half-gnawed bones. 1056 Linstocks, rammers, sponges and other cannon supplies line the wall. 1057 Hamond's Emporium 1058 Engravings depict the Pargrunen's journey to the White March. 1059 Heat rises from the pipes below. The cannon feels warm. 1060 The cannon is frozen and immobile. 1061 Through the gap, you see winding stairs and the dull glint of more cannons. 1062 Scrolls and papers documenting the sale of iron ore and sulfur are crammed onto the shelves. 1063 The rails lie crushed beneath the collapsed tunnel. 1064 The cave-ins have created openings to the outside. Snow has settled upon the rocks above. 1065 A peek inside these shallow burrows reveals the gleaming stare of many eyes. 1066 The stalagmites glisten in the light of some indiscernible source below. 1067 The heavy, strange odor of sweat and sulfur wafts up from somewhere below. 1068 The stalagmites glisten in the glow of some indiscernible light source below. 1069 Clusters of unrefined iron glint in the lamplight. 1070 The planks have been peeled from the bow of this old fishing boat. 1071 Nest 1072 The yurt is empty but for a few heavy bedrolls. 1073 Cold water drips from the roof of this yurt and puddles in the hearth. 1074 This looks like Stalwart from the road to Dyrwood. 1075 These identical Abydon figurines are all of equally poor quality. 1076 A bloody thumbprint marks where someone pulled away a piece of bread. 1077 Someone has torn away several pages, leaving bloody smears behind. 1078 The fire has died down to a handful of glowing embers. 1079 Pillowcase 1080 This shrine to Abydon is smooth and shiny, as if it were made recently. 1081 TEMP: A double forge, glowing with heat. 1082 Recently forged, these swords still need sharpening. 1083 Drowned Low Tide Ondrite 1084 A thin film of iridescent dust floats on the calm surface of the waters, obscuring its depths. 1085 The spigot on this cask exudes a thick chemical stench. 1086 This trebuchet is disassembled but intact. 1087 Hot pitch roils ominously within this deep cauldron. 1088 A gentle rap elicits a hollow sound. This cask is almost empty. 1089 Like its neighbors, this gravestone holds only a hastily scratched name. 1090 Mangled woolskins and straw provide the bedding in this kennel. All of it stinks of dog. 1091 These cots have been recently washed. The dirt and mud beneath them is flecked with darker stains. 1092 A peek under the tarp reveals barrels marked as powder stores. 1093 A few enterprising individuals have carved crude figures into the wooden logs of the latrine. 1094 A simple meal of meat and carrots, boiled into a soupy mixture. 1095 The tents hold little. You spy boots, drying tunics, and the very occasional book. 1096 The devastation to the surrounding forest stretches near to the horizon. 1097 You can see the water's dark surface not far below. 1098 A massive crystal, its jagged edges iridescent with an unearthly glow, pierces through the dome. Mosaics and tiles have been carefully arranged around the strange rock. 1099 Water flows upward from a thin slit that cuts along the tiles of the floor. The water swells and condenses when touched, forming an elastic barrier that resists any attempts to cross it. 1100 You can just make out the blurred shape of an Eyeless behind the ice. 1101 Sack of Grain 1102 Tent 1103 The massive, coppery bones encased under the ice seem to be part of the hips of a giant skeleton. 1104 A thin layer of frost sparkles over this store of bread and cabbages. 1105 An acrid and pungent smell climbs up from the depths of this pit. 1106 Despite the icy sheen that covers these webs, their threads gently vibrate at the slightest disturbance. 1107 Skeletons draped in tattered blue clothes lie encased under layers of ice. 1108 Clumps of moss, frozen under a layer of slick and green slime, build up between the cut stones. 1109 Beyond the door, you catch glimpses of shapes in the darkness. Wails and whispers, faint and erratic, echo from within the sealed halls. 1110 A turbulent murmur echoes faintly from the depths of this chasm. 1111 Dead Sled Dog 1112 This door is sealed shut. 1113 Not a drop of spilled ink stains the stones of this pulpit. 1114 Pile of Straw 1115 The inside of this cauldron is caked with the remnants of cooling tar. 1116 Minecart 1117 Apart from a few flecks of soot, the supplies on this cart are untouched. 1118 Embers still smolder in these blackened ruins. 1119 There are an assortment of maps showing the nearby passes leading to Durgan's Battery on the table. You can see faded circles of ink around choke points and open terrain. 1120 This pale, rough stone doesn't resemble any other formation in the area. 1121 The shallow reserves of water in this trough have frozen over. 1122 "Wymarc Homestead - No Trespassing!" 1123 "To Longwatch Falls and Stalwart" 1124 Sameth's body is laid out cleanly. You can see that his throat has been torn out and his face has deep scratches in it. His hands are stained a light yellow. 1125 Sameth's body is laid out cleanly. You can see that his throat has been torn out and his face has deep scratches in it. His hands are stained a light yellow. 1126 These stone formations are strangely warm to the touch. 1127 Hollow Pedestal 1128 The upper edge of this engraved slab has been worn smooth by the hands of travelers eager for some good luck. 1129 Patch of Snow 1130 The Radiant Spore's roots have grown into and over this burrow, blocking access. 1131 The throat of the vithrack has been torn out, and deep gouges have been scratched into its face. 1132 The light from these mushrooms illuminates the dust in the air, revealing the thick clouds of spores. You feel your nose tense up as you breathe. 1133 Minerals from the stalactite overhead have condensed on this small web. Clean water falls from the web and coalesces below. 1134 Tiny spiders run across the web in droves. 1135 Wrapped up in a bundle of webs, you can see small, spiked vithrack eggs. Periodically they pulse with movement from within. 1136 Small pods dangle from the thin spire, tethered by strands of webbing. You can pick out a few dark shapes curled up inside. 1137 As large as these mushrooms are, you see far vaster forms dotting the swamp beyond the treeline. 1138 Gaps between the stones reveal a hollow space, lined with birds' nests. 1139 Beneath the water's murky surface lie worn engravings and ancient stones, buried in the silt. 1140 Simply but sturdily constructed, these platforms and shacks appear to be connected by rope ladders. 1141 The plumes of gas ejected by these vents have a strong, acrid odor. 1142 Pile of Cogs 1143 Yellow, gelatinous residue lines the bottom of the broken tube. 1144 What seems like half a mountain's worth of snow has tumbled down across the trade road, blocking further passage. 1145 This crude arrangement of antlers, bones and sticks exudes a strong, fishy odor. 1146 Standing by the pedestal, you can hear a low, hollow sound, as if the stone were set over a well. 1147 Pile of Stones 1148 Like a living prison, thick arms of coral have grown around an assortment of old, weathered relics. 1149 Despite the warmth of the nearby fires, a thin layer of frost clings to this store of supplies. 1150 The craftsmanship that gave form to this statue appears too skilled and refined to come from mere mortal hands. 1151 Ore veins trace patterns across the walls of the mining tunnels. 1152 Scattered spots of yellow powder blotch the surface of the barrels. The stench of sulfur lingers in the air. 1153 A barrier lies across this doorway, humming with a strange energy. You can see no obvious way past it. 1154 A yellow-tinged vapor gusts occasionally from these vents, leaving an acrid odor in the air. 1155 Herla's Supplies 1156 Undisturbed by the high winds above, a mist hides the depths of this chasm. 1157 Currents of wind bounce off the jagged rocks, rising to meet your face with a freezing touch. 1158 As if thrown into the chasm, skeletal remains rest precariously on the ledges of this cliff as far as you can see. 1159 An angry wind whistles as it twists around the frozen fingers of this giant skeletal hand. 1160 Ice has built upon every space between the bones of this skeletal hand, forming a slippery incline into the jagged cliffs below. 1161 Protruding from the side of the cliff, what appears to be a massive hip bone lies encrusted in a prison of rocks and ice. 1162 A coppery sheen glistens, under the layers of ice that cling around this giant femur, with the colors of a rainbow. 1163 This giant wrist bone ends without providing any clues as to the location of its matching hand. 1164 The structure behind this giant ribcage appears to have been built around it. 1165 The strange crystal formations of this rock, intact even after their collision against the thick bones of this giant skull, seem to radiate with a warmth of their own. 1166 Judging by the distance to the nearby skull, a tremendous force severed this vertebrae from the rest of its giant body. 1167 The cracks on this jawbone suggest that a forceful blow separated it from its skull. 1168 Korbal's Supplies 1169 1170 These glyphs seem similar to those seen in the Battery, but they are too worn to make out. 1171 Heavy stones block the hall. 1172 Lard-streaked pots and dirty cups are stacked next to a note: "I COOK, YOU WASH." 1173 Between red hand prints, a clump of hair dangles from a stain of thick, coagulated blood. 1174 Oozing Tree Root 1175 You recognize this rigid, blue-tinged corpse as that of Gamel, the mine worker. 1176 Anvil 1177 Under the pillow are a child's crude charcoal drawings. 1178 This cot smells smoky. It's stained with black powder and ash. 1179 Warm drippings simmer at the bottom of this pot. 1180 Wheels and levers from minecarts lay scattered. 1181 Black Powder - Handle with Care! 1182 Fish bones lie among the coals. 1183 Someone carved a swirling crescent into the bench. 1184 This yurt reeks of stale sweat. There's only one bedroll inside. 1185 This warped breastplate is still warm from the forge. 1186 This smooth anvil hardly looks like it's seen use. 1187 You can see your own reflection in these shields. 1188 Cheap perfumes line the bottom shelf. 1189 Lumps of iron ore fill the cart. 1190 Fresh coals lie at the bottom of the smelter. 1191 Tiny, perfect motes of snow rise and drift away on an unseen breeze. 1192 The grass ripples and heaves, like the flank of a breathing animal. 1193 Small fish dart between the stones, little flickers of color there and gone again. 1194 You gaze at the stone's surface, and find yourself reflected there, your eyes bright as stars. 1195 The totem murmurs as you pass, too softly to understand. 1196 Every log of this home is coated in fine hairs. 1197 You draw close to the embers and find the air between you cold. Your arms prickle with goosebumps. 1198 Wind howls through the trees, fluting and musical. But you feel no breeze upon your skin. 1199 Somewhere beneath your feet you hear a low, hollow drumming. 1200 A trap 1201 Deadfire Salvage