It goes deeper down the rabbit hole. Beneath Dranleic Castle, some kind of religious cult has apparently taken up residence. Or maybe it’s the remains of an ancient religion, I don’t know. Clues are few and far between and it’s very dangerous here. As I slowly push my undead ass through the water, I notice the beautiful chants. A pleasant change, but I don’t suspect anything good either. There is nothing good in this world, only bad and worse. There is a light at the end of the tunnel, but I suspect it is an ice spell that may render me incapable of action. Welcome to the shrine of Amana.
