10.17. East Balcony
A chilling breeze snaps through the room. The entire east wall has eroded, leaving a gaping hole to the outside.
Noted in the rubble, the remnants of a campfire can be found, its embers still smouldering. A small collection of supplies and provisions have been hoarded nearby.
Past the precipice, a drop of over 200 feet. Further out, one’s gaze falls upon acres of scrubland. At the horizon, the edge of the eastern swamps.
