game\interactables 1 194 868 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. 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. 897 These stones are strangely warm to the touch. Though most of the runes are indecipherable, a few look like names. 900 Rat Nest 901 Frozen Corpse 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." 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. 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. 941 Mining Tools 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. 952 There's no movement from the creature inside this tank. 955 Pile of Scrolls 956 Machine 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. 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. 969 An assortment of scrap materials has been left behind on this worktable. 970 A thick layer of dust coats these empty shelves. 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 977 This brazier looks large enough to have held a signal fire once. 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. 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. 1111 Dead Sled Dog 1112 This door is sealed shut. 1113 Not a drop of spilled ink stains the stones of this pulpit. 1115 The inside of this cauldron is caked with the remnants of cooling tar. 1117 Apart from a few flecks of soot, the supplies on this cart are untouched. 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. 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 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. 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.