The keystone is tucked within the deepest well of our city—out of sight, hopefully far from the nose of an Elder Dragon. And yet, our efforts to open it fail and fail again. It is sealed by magic that eludes myself, Manikaz, and Otho—and the latter is losing patience with us. The table of the Arch Steward no longer invites the city's alchemists to delineate, even as we stare down the very real possibility of ruination. All we can do is continue to try. Even shut, the gate seeps with vile energies from the Mists... As deep as it rests within Bava Nisos, hopefully those energies will remain at bay. No one is allowed near it, except those with high tolerance for the spectral energies that corrode the air around it.