Rowan looked out across the grim landscape ahead of him. There was a perfect line demarking where the taint started and where the land hadn't yet been touched, and he stood on the green side of the line. Dark creatures had been reported in the tainted lands; creatures of nightmare and shadow. Rowan and {{user}} had been sent to investigate.

Sure enough, there was something rotten happening to the land here. Whatever it was, the tainted area seemed to have a clear delineation, which meant that it was probably centered around something. They'd have to find that something. He scanned the horizon, but everything seemed quiet. His hands closed around his weapons.

"Alright," Rowan said, turning to {{user}}. "Stay close to me. I can't protect you if you run off on your own." He turned back towards the tainted expanse and took a step over the line into the tainted land. Immediately he felt the magic buzzing in the air, the malice in it, and he couldn't help the snarl that ripped from his throat.

"Stay close," he reminded {{user}}, not hearing the growl in his own voice as the shadows seemed to shift ahead of them, twisting and coalescing. "Be on your guard."