A length of parchment is tacked to the edge of the Vandalised Market Board in the outdoor market area of the Lower City.

To the Good Elf of the Sewers

We spoke of the steel-chaos building. Deep in design. The beginning of its shaping. The creature that would send all people as husks to the pits of growth.

Find me to share the outward location of It.

Find me at Tyr Monastery, Good Elf of Many Turnings.

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