We've reached the remnants of something curious—a cathedral of blood! Ruins, laced with White Mantle iconography. Tucked away in the forest and shielded by storm like a reverent whisper... Saul most certainly was here, and whatever this place once was, his reach was powerful. This mission was set by something greater than me. I was meant to walk this land. While we set up camp, I'm sending Ulrich into the ruins to search for anything he can find. Anything that tells us what happened here. --- It seems my labors bear more fruit. Ulrich returned to my tent with a locked chest—worn from decades of solitude but sealed shut to protect whatever sat inside. I had him crack the latch, revealing the time-locked contents. "Excitement" isn't the right word. "Validation" might be. Town ordinances, letters, receipts, health records... These ruins were a village. A village that was turned into a haven of radical thought. And it was led by Saul's chosen. They called it Gavril, and it meant nothing before Saul filled it with his people.