Even the Goblins shun this haunted place, where the tree limbs twist in agony and the ground seems to scuttle under your feet.
ここの土は腐った死体で満ちているし、陽の光が闇の梢を貫くこともほとんど無い。我らの同胞をここに植えよ。ここは我らの聖域となるであろうね。
――サヴラ
"The soil here is rich with the rotting dead, and the sun's fingers barely penetrate the dark canopy. Plant our brethren here. This shall be our sanctuary."
――Savra
