Finally finished unpacking the gear from the Tree Tower. My bones still ache from all that bone-hurting juice, but at least the air here is thick with life. It’s a stark contrast to the rumors swirling around... a new Tower has risen, and from what I've heard, it breathes nothing but death.
I'm heading back to the markets to prep. If I have to dust off the old, violent habits just to keep the undead from our shores, then so be it. Torag, guide my hammer.