<em>Construction and research.</em>Scarlet's thoughts flitted over the dreams of the Neverborn, seeing in it the conversion of immense centers of power to Abyssal aspects, of Shadowlands wrought by geomantic design and death, of secrets still held within First Age centers. Vast was the potential of the Scavenger Lands, their treasures marked by artifacts and mortals alike.<br/><br/>The wind brought the scent of mortals dying anew, and Scarlet licked her lips, savoring the sensation. So delicious, so sustaining - so vital and contrasted against the undying stoicism of the dead.<br/><br/>Visions came unbidden to her mind, and she saw a basalt tower masked by vines and trees, hidden within a deep gorge.<br/><br/>"The Seat of Souldan." Scarlet slid her tongue hungrily over her lips as the town neared, the screams and shouts becoming familiar and close. "How many sacrifices will you need?" She gave him a sidelong glance, dark pleasure mirrored in her face, the chains surrounding her rattling in anticipation.