![]() ![]() Caldara has informed me that I have become something known as a "Watcher," and that this Maerwald is a Watcher as well. The spirit of Caldara de Berranzi, one of Lord Raedric's unfortunate victims, has directed me towards Caed Nua, where I will find a man named Maerwald. It seems that if I am to learn more about this affliction, I must seek out a man called Maerwald, in the old keep of Caed Nua. I have a word, now, for what I have become: a Watcher. You perceive a faint glow around her that casts no light on its surroundings, but there is a tepid warmth to it, and you feel somehow that you could reach out and touch it - not with your hands, but with some aspect of yourself that has no worldly dimension. The bloated purple flesh of her neck, worn away in patches like moth-eaten linen, bulges over the rope that suspends her, and her lifeless head lolls forward rigidly from one side to the other when the breeze shifts. The squat, distended body of an elderly dwarf woman dangles from a thin, crooked bough that sags at the tug of her noose. My condition has not lifted, and I am not sleeping well. I need to return there and see for myself whether there was anything to it. It may be nothing more than a dream, but there was a strange realism to it. In my dream, I heard a message from a woman - a dead woman, hanging from the tree that stands at the center of Gilded Vale. Seems I've little choice but to wait and see what comes of it. Everything is at a standstill while he awaits word of the fate of Lord Raedric's Baby. Magistrate Urgeat suggested that I have a rest at the inn while he looks into the matter of finding me a place to stay. ![]()
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