You pass into the deep woods and a cool winter breeze sends ribbons of blue-white snow fluttering across the bare rocks. This is a sacred place, hidden from the People of the Map and once so rich with spirits that even you can still feel their lingering presence. But so much has faded and fallen into ruin since the Battle of Graves Farm. You pass menhirs and sacred trees, the tattered remnants of banners, old stone walls tumbled down into heaps. You also note signs of spiritual corrosion, as the powerful energies of this place shift out of balance without a guardian to maintain them. Dead animals that mark the lair of some minor fomor. You'd kill it, but it'd just come back. Befouled pools reveal the passing of Wyrm-spirits. You even find Cult of Fenris runes scratched in a rock, as the fallen werewolves try to claim this territory without healing it.
All this must be restored, you know. You need someone wise in the ways of the Spirit Wilds: a Child of Gaia or maybe a Hart Warden, like Clay in the days of his power. Until then, this forest is beautiful but powerless, and eventually its spiritual potency will turn rancid and this place will become a breeding ground for Banes.
I pay to have someone fix my heat before I freeze.
I go meet Roscoe Thanh.
I reacquaint myself with Hobland Nash.
I introduce myself to Lucinda Palys-Nash.
I return to the barrows where I fought the fomor.
I return to the stretch of urban blight where I spilled out after looking for the caern. Maybe I can find something there.
I check my phone.
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