The next morning, Griotte would head out from the clan grounds, in search of the Spirit Stone that was supposedly nearby. She was weary though, as the name of the place where she as heading didn't exactly sound pleasant... Nothing called Traitor's Haven ever would sound pleasant. It didn't help that there was a dungeon in the way of the forest she was heading towards, and she'd be in a horrible spot if a Bane were to emerge from it while she passed through. She had no interest in becoming infested with Rot or in dying to a Bane.
Soon enough, Griotte makes it to the last thing standing between her and the goal of your current quest... The Dungeon. It was a dark and gloomy place, as befitted an area where a Bane might dwell. And it smelled like one might live here too, judging by the potent musk which filled the air around the Dungeon. Gah! It knew that it wouldn't smell good around here, but the air here is truly vile! Griotte says aloud as she starts to walk through the dungeon. Hopefully she finds treasure, or a follower, and not a Bane...
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