You close your eyes and hold a puppet of Bleak up to your forehead.

Old road nearing plains (road).
A smattering of clouds fills the sky, lacing it with spiderwebs of grey. Flying high above, Jacobus is keeping watch. Fixing you with a transfixing
stare, Revius, the black raven is perched here. A holocaust globe is here. Grand Father Bleak Fitheach is here. He wields an elemental staff in his
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right hand.
You see exits leading northeast, south, and west (closed door).