With her mule tied off near a patch of grass, Nsia walked into the hall and took a deep breath. The woman spun a few times, taking in the familiar sights as she did. It felt good to be back in Blighted lands, a concept most would find confusing at best. In her youngest years it would've seemed impossible as well, but the forest had become home. She plucked a flower with bright blue and violet and smelled it once, before biting the petals off. "Hmm, a bit hot. Yes, we are finally there."<br/><br/>She had mostly kept to herself during the journey, spending a significant portion of every day simply mixing the various chemicals she had brought together and grinding plants they found along the way. Now though, they would need her knowledge and she did not plan to leave anyone in the dark. The Blight was as dangerous as it could be beautiful, though it was typically more grotesque.<br/><br/>Stepping forward, she ran a hand along the stones and pulled her traveling cloak off. She wore gown of black leather and thick blue cloth that she made many years ago. Pouches covered her thin figure and an unruly mane of dark red fell to her shoulders. These ruins were familiar. "A good location, I took refuge here somewhere between two and three decades ago. Back then these ruins were mostly empty, a few blighted creatures and some sleeping undead. There is no guarantee it is the same, but things move slowly out here."<br/><br/>She pointed to one of the side rooms in the keep. "I'll make my camp there if no one minds, it is where I stayed before and if the stone table remains it will be very useful to my work."