A drift of chill-inducing air slaps against your scales as you step further into the Driftwood Drag. Hollowed logs lay crisscrossing paths dotted with small fluorescent fungi, everything as rotten as could be from many ages sitting in the gloomy land. Why would anyone wish to live here?

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