The land here is harsh. Past the Ruins of Dojan are the marshlands of the Krasari River. My fur feels as though it will never dry out.
What is worse, the landscape seems to have an almost overwhelming sadness to it. I'm no druid or shaman but I can feel when the light has left a place.
There appear to be patrols of raiding lizardfolk. The locals I have encountered refer to them as "soren" and they are an ill tempered lot.
To compound the issue, I have encountered a band of priests fleeing their Crane Temple as the physical embodiment of sadness appears to be welling up and attacking everything on sight.
These people must be protected. I will do what I can to assist them.