Historical Reflection (Vixen's Den)

Here are the tracks of the dying gods, note them well, now students, and recall the lesson to yourselves-

Flesh is tragic.

See, we follow these mud traces back through the cavern and into darkness.

Shout out a name, any one.

There, that echo is your answer.

Remember, flesh is tragic.

You don't see anything, do you? Shout again-hear that?

These walls reverberated with the echoes of our ancestors.

This way, now. Let's see where we end up. Mind you, don't trip. You might break something important.

Here it is, Nature's belly button-watch it, damn you!

The source of all mankind. These are the bones of their sacrifices. Over there is some trash-probably nothing special. You think they'd be more careful.

Primitives!

This way now, you've had enough.

Don't leave anything behind you, keep an eye on the person in front of you, and don't trip over the mess.