A Brief Respite

We returned to the Enclave through a portal that the Guardian created, the Vanquisher leading us; the Guardian assured us that she would be safe now, as she was little use to the Alchemist, and that more caretakers would arrive and repair her damaged temple.

Vale had to make her report to the Grand Regent, so Malia and I tracked down the vanquisher that had told us about the Sturmbeorn smithing camp. He was quite happy to receive the schematics, and would have the engineers look at them right away to determine what the beasts were doing with them, and where they might have come from. He gave us a voucher for the local tailor, and we were crafted some new pieces of armour in exchange for our work.

We paused in this chaos to share a fine meal, followed by the briefest of rests now that we were within the safety of the Enclave once more. We both slept like the dead, at least, like they did before all this started.

Unfortunately, all was not well within the Enclave.

Malia and I again met with the Vanquisher a few hours later, and she informed us that the sickness that had developed amongst those exposed to the Alchemist was spreading, quickly moving northward. The Grand Regent had already left for the Watchweald, and Vale suspected he would seal the gates...which would potentially turn the entire area around it into one giant quarantine zone.

Vale had to finish preparations, and asked us to go on ahead and catch up to the Grand Regent, if we could.

And so, with very little rest, we again left the Enclave.