Past this heap of rubbish, as far as one can go. The Ringed City is said to be at world's end. "Why, where did you hear that name, love? Selecting "Inquire about the Ringed City" option (when available) Horrible sounds, of an afflicted thing yet cursing men." Mutterings of the very demon that Prince Lorian spoke of, I'm sure. "Oh, if you just can't stop yourself, at least hear this.įar below, there's a deep, dark hole carved out of a tree.įrom time to time, voices brim from the depths of the cavity even now.
This must be what it's like to be a god." That's why I'm so taken by this grand sight. The great tide of human enterprise, all for naught. Great kingdoms and anaemic townships will be one and the same. "At the close of the Age of Fire, all lands meet at the end of the earth. You think an old stone-humped hag would be brimming with goodies? I just like to stand here, and take in the view."
What is it you want from this old stone-humped hag? I thought that clamouring tin can was the last, but here we go again. "Oh, your head's square on your shoulders, is it? The Dreg Heap, on a ledge near the first bonfire.
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