The crumbling stone structure is an ancient, abandoned watchtower. RagNook pulls the heavy door shut, sealing out the howling gale. Inside, the walls hum with a strange, harmonic vibration.
RagNook Butcher of the East
Strange. These herbs are glowing with a rhythm that matches the mountain heartbeat. Someone was definitely here, and they didn't leave in a hurry.
RagNook kneels to inspect a cluster of violet-stemmed stalks crushed against the flagstone. A soft scraping sound echoes from the spiral staircase descending into the dark bowels of the foundation.
RagNook Butcher of the East
Eldred — Stay behind me. This is not a ruin. This is a workshop.
RagNook Butcher of the East
Whoever left these herbs is likely still down there. I can smell dried blood and sharp, metallic ozone. Time to see what kind of ingredients have been harvested beneath the mountain.
+ Scene Quest Added
Investigate the workshop beneath the watchtower