After what seemed an eternity, we made it ashore. Both of us were worse for wear, but Poised Arrow was especially shaken. I doubt he'll be pining for another sea voyage anytime soon. Experience is the best teacher, as they say. Upon arrival, we met Isgarren, Anise, and Waiting Sorrow and formed a plan of action. In addition to the survey teams' difficulties accessing the city, Isgarren pointed out that the spectral agony still plaguing the area would be the cause of further complications. I could already feel its heaviness just stepping foot on the isle. Waiting Sorrow also proved very attuned to it, sensing a particularly large well of the agony pooled in the northern part of the isles. Validating her instincts, Isgarren confirmed that the area had been the site of a significant battle in the war between the seers and mursaat. With that being our only real lead, we directed our search north. ***