One dwarven spirit appears to you from a blackened Soul Vine in the Earthen Furnace. They seem to wish to speak to you, but they can only moan two words before they disappear into steam again: The Forge? The Forge? & As you make your way across the Moor, you encounter a spectral Courser wandering aimlessly, its armor aged and torn. A second, human specter - or perhaps an extension of the same spirit - straddles the Courser's back for some reason. They don't seem to threaten you, but it's unclear what would happen if they were to see you...

Robin remains ever curious and Ina ever impassive.