Wild Berry Meadow i don't dream

Indeed, an omen hangs heavy over the Wilds. It seems akin to a witch’s curse and she wonders who crossed such a powerful one to doom them all. Alas, she keeps such musings to her own, unwilling to admit her belief in the occult, even to a stranger who she is unlikely to meet again.

Instead, she listens carefully with the slight tilt of her head, ears consuming each drop of information—starved to know what this traveler has seen.

Your pack? She urges for more—curious to learn who this man runs with, and if they are headed for the same location that Diaspora might be.

I am headed west, over the next mountain range, she shifts her winter eyes towards it—even she wonders if it is worth risking traveling directly over the barrier. I run with a pack called Diaspora, in the Sunspire. Conditions are not good there, and similar to what you described. Tremors, trees and rocks. Dangerous.