Den
The tents were hardly tents, but rather beast skins riddled with holes. They seemed to shit and piss in random locations, adding to the vomit-inducing aroma, and in the unorganized mess, Sylas couldn't even easily pick out where the head gnoll would have slept.
'There should be some indication. Cassarae's City Stele had a glow to it.'
Sylas carefully moved around, lamenting the fact he didn't even have shoes to wear in this godforsaken place.
What he didn't expect was that he would find something else before the City Stele.
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[Rotten Wolf Den (F+)]
[Level: 6]
[Spawn Rate: 3]
[Mutation Rate: 0.01]
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It was an inconspicuous stone buried in the ground. It was sleek and smooth, and had Sylas not accidentally stepped on it, he was fairly certain that he would have missed it.
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[Claim Den?]
[Yes] [No]
[Warning: moving a recently occupied Den will lead to a period of dormancy]