You wake early the next day and begin preparations for the journey ahead. Thrace is commonly known as 'The City of Masks', but you are more acquainted with its other name, 'The City of Slaves'. You will want to be well-prepared for whatever you may encounter there.

Hours later, you find yourselves back on the Wire Road, trudging beneath the cursed canopy of the Deepwood with the hopes of a city once again on your shoulders. You wonder how you got into this mess. It's a nasty job but someone has to do it and it just became very personal for you. Without a witch, The Keening will not be possible and you won't be finding a cure for the plague now worming its way through your body. The city will die and you along with it.

The thought gives you purpose and drives you on through the Deepwood.