Marcus pulled up Silas the Wanderer's map and carefully located Stele Spring.
The place itself was nothing remarkable. It lay northeast of Dragon's Peak Citadel, roughly a two hour ride at full gallop across the wild terrain outside the city's influence. The spring, however, was infamous among players. Its water was completely undrinkable, thick with foul energy that constantly bled from the ground in slow plumes of black necrotic mist. Anyone foolish enough to try drinking it would immediately suffer the consequences.
Blaze and the others had already hunted the Wraith-Bird here four separate times. The route was etched into their memory by now, so Marcus had no need to worry about navigation. He simply kept his mount moving and focused on matching the group's pace as they rode.
