A missive to Duke Luther

The coins you can contribute for this information to allow my journeys to continue are always appreciated. Hopefully this information is of some value.

My journey along the southern edge of the continent took me once again to the Dancing Pony. Alsandra seated me next to a fisherman who looked to have had one too many. But he did tell me a tale about a fellow he met at the piers who told him a fantastical story of a lost temple. The man said he would pay money for information on the temple's whereabouts and set out into the wastes. The fisherman said he called it Daichaal.

At best it's a fanciful story. At worst it's the ramblings of a drunk looking to trade a story for cheap booze. But for many rumours there is cause so perhaps there is something to what he says but I won't deviate from my journeys to investigate. The supposed dead hold far greater interest, as we both know.

Greig