Of Course, It Couldn't Be Easy
I'm afraid that I've gotten used to Aznor's Clearing being right out in the open. It figures that as soon as I got comfortable with the idea that he's right there, he'd suddenly choose to park the caravan somewhere difficult to reach.
 Aznor |
Here we are! You can see the caravan just out there in the distance. Of course, there's all this water between here and there, but you should be able to reach it. | |
| There you are, Sir! You're needed back at the caravan right away! |  Tank Driver | |
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Aznor |
Okay, Seeker, it looks like I won't be able to help you get to the tanks after all. You'll have to find your own way, but you're an ingenious type. Just keep on heading towards the tanks and use your intuition to help. | |
| After Aznor begins jogging off, you look in the direction he went. He curves around a bend and you do your best to follow after him. However, once you turn the corner, you approach a crossroad and Aznor is nowhere in sight. Instead, a small, horned fey is smiling at you and pointing. The sign says "Safety," so you follow it without thinking twice before you find yourself in a bit of trouble. Backtracking, you find the fey again, but he seems not in the least inclined to help you. |