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@Noam, you kneel down... There are no distinct marks you can make out other than a scuffle that you can vaguely understand. The soil is too dry to hold specific information. Even looking into the holes you can tell that this soil is tougher than it is rich... Then how can they grow turnips...

"She had apprentice a few years back, but it's complicated. Something about ultimatums and experiments and the like. I was too young to know about what was happening. All I know is that I wouldn't last very long as her apprentice. Best not to bring it up with her since she gets even more bitter...

A lot of noise is found atop the ground. Panic, mostly. There are even goblin tracks that seem to be tailing kobold tracks before abruptly being cut off at a pile of rubble from a collapsed tunnel. Many examples of this are shown as you look further and further. A little more searching around...

"It"? He just said "It" singular. Is there something in particular he's looking for? And the way he has been smoothly traversing the terrain without so much as crashing the cart despite the break neck speed, the way he seems to know there are secret tunnels... This is not the first time he has...

"Well, I didn't expect there to be goblins running around!" He's purposefully avoiding the implication that he withheld information. "They're probably guarding it pretty well. We'll probably have some time before the gate totally collapses. If that's enough time, I don't know. I don't know...

Silberzhan, Silver Fang. Reports of a silver dragon came long before the disappearance of the rest. In retrospect, some have considered it an omen. They were hospitable, guardians of this town while it was in its infancy. Before it got its feet with an agricultural revolution. Strange...

Upon the plateau is the entrance to Silberzhan's Den, a silver dragon. At least it used to be. Somewhere deep lies whatever the source is of these invaders. You can make out a line that walks alongside the rocks and roots leading right into the entrance. Perhaps it used to accept visitors. "Of...

"Night time. It's always when the sun decides to take a nap. And me. It's terribly bothersome that they—" The Lazy Alchemist yawns, reclining in her chair as she stares outside. If it weren't for the various herbs and draughts decorated alongside the tables, you wouldn't have even figured that...

"This dungeon houses kobolds. There 'aught to be a few tunnels if we don't mind going through their traps and tight spaces. Just need to find them." He looks towards the out edges of the hills where the rubble has subsided and the conflict has left it untouched. There may very well be secret...

"Come on now, the little one knows where it's at. All it's got to be is some smooth sailing and—" It sounds like thunder for a second, but there are no storm clouds in the sky. As the cart slows down and rests at the crest of the hill, you can see through the trees smoke, tents, and the...

The trees grow long here. They've started to swallow the clear sky, shadows casted from an afternoon sun. Songbirds stop their songs as you pass by. Tumbling through the forest, you are on the seats of the wagon that has only recently taken a swift turn off the road and into the unpaved and...