Baderon, the proprietor of the Drowning Wench, has a suggestion to put you on the road towards new adventures.
Baderon: ‘Ow do ye fare, Meredith? Rested and ready to expand yer ‘orizons?
Baderon: Well, then, I’ve an idea o’ where ye might try ‘eadin’ next. ‘Ave ye ‘eard o’ the Skylift out in middle La Noscea?
Baderon: If ye’ve ever visited Woad Whisper Canyon, then ye must’ve been up and down the thing at least once. It’s that big bleedin’ scaffoldin’ attached to the Descent.
Baderon: Ye’ve likely seen the lads and lasses out there usin’ it to ‘aul cargo up the cliff face. ‘Ard labor, that, and I ‘ear they could use an enterprisin’ soul to pick up the odd jobs what no other bugger ‘as time to deal with.
Baderon: Track down the ‘ead o’ the operation─bloke by the name o’ Wyrkrhit─and ‘e’ll be sure to put ye to work on a task or two.
Wyrkrhit: Baderon sent ye out here, did he? Then consider yerself welcome at the Skylift.
Wyrkrhit: Look at that bloody cliff, will ye? One blast o’ fiery hell from that huge dragon was all it took to split the ground in half.
Wyrkrhit: Cargo still needs to get through, though, so this mess o’ wood an’ pulleys was our solution to the problem.
Wyrkrhit: Well, one of ’em, at least. If the gods were kind─an’ they ain’t─I’d have about a dozen more workers to handle me growin’ list o’ headaches…
Keishinrei 