I showed the Bonesteel dagger I found to Edvard, the bard I found in the ruins of Blood River. He recommended I journey onward to Aerie and ask the guildmasters there more of this dagger.
Hear me now my brethren Fawns, in this howling wilderness. For I speak some words of comfort, to our brothers in distress. Legend speaks of Obsidian Sorcerers, who made us, but then fell. Aren Bennis rose against them, and their mighty powers quelled. Though that happened in the deep past, its happened many times before. […]