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I have orders to see you to the ruins of Auld Red Wharf.
Marjory and Kasmeer went on ahead of us.
Let me know when you're ready, and we'll set off after them.
What is all this stuff in the air?
Okay, let's move!
Move in a group!
There's too few of us to accomplish anything by ourselves.
Heads up.
We need that bridge to reach our people.
That's the last of them.
Well fought, everyone.
What could the Nightmare Court and the krait possibly have in common?
Their toxic new alliance is obviously the source of the strangeness happening here.
What are they planning?
Answers will have to wait.
Form up on me and we'll cross this bridge and press forward.
Okay, let's move!
Here's someone to test my poisonous new cocktail on.
By the gods, now the centaurs are on us.
Let's end this quick.
Withdraw.
We don't have time for you now.
I won't allow you beasts to trample us,
not with so much at stake.
I―What's going on?
No. I'm all right.
Wait, you're no centaur.
Oh gods, forgive me.
I wasn't in my right mind.
Forget about me.
Just get to Marjory and Kasmeer.
Protect them.
Kasmeer, look. Help has arrived.
We'll soon be back in camp.
We can pass on what we've learned about the tower, then rest.
Rest?
I hardly think we'll get any―
Now you crawl in the muck beneath us, in our long shadow.
While our toxins rend your mind, our blades will carve out your hearts.
At last, our alliance gives us the power to scale the heavens themselves!
As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted:
with that tower looming over us, our odds of finding rest are slim to none.
I wish you'd go back to Divinity's Reach.
Even slimmer odds of that.
Perhaps we should bring our friends up to speed on what's been happening?
That tower was vailed with illusion magic until just a short while ago.
I found the perfect spell. It was luck really.
It was fantastic. The sky darkened, and―
I could sense the magical framework.
A mesmer had formed the illusion.
She just closed her eyes and raised her hands towards it.
Magic crackled from her fingertips.
I found the crack in its cloak.
A magical poke in the right place, and it dropped like...
Like a norn fart in a moot.
Jory! So, when the vail came down, there it was.
The tower.
And the krait.
And the Nightmare Court.
They weren't happy.
Still aren't.
We need to deal with this tower;
the question is how.
It looks impregnable.
Appearances are everything, Jory.
If it looks like a fortress, it undoubtedly guards something precious.
I'd welcome the chance to look inside it,
but the base is thick with toxic spore clouds.
Maybe we need a strong perfume like what I spray on a hankie when around...
...aromatic warriors.
Exactly.
I know poisons.
I'm sure I could formulate an antitoxin if I had samples of the spores.