Note from Areelu's Laboratory

Item · 5 gp · Weight 0

The Commander and {mf|his|her} army walk up the high bank of the West Sellen River, where it draws near the border of the Worldwound. The soldiers' feet halt unbidden. On the other bank rises a series of cliffs, too regular in shape to have been formed by wind or water. The sky hangs over their sharp edges and sickening bends, the shade of mercury on the horizon, rising to dirty rust. As it arches above the soldiers' heads, it regains its familiar azure hue.