Moon is Crescent
It has been some time since the Granite Watchtower set out to find a totem, but their efforts have finally born fruit. Under the Witch's Moon they have finally come across the location of a spirit reputed to keep track of the flying spirits. They have ventured quite deep into the hisil, and things no longer so cleanly represent the other side. Before them stretches a dank copse of tree spirits, the branches hanging heavy with debris and the ground cluttered with rotted motes of leaf spirits. Whatever lives here, it doesn't seem to mind the stalled decay that hangs heavy.