Eventually the mire gives way to swamp proper which gives way to the aptly-named Misty Hills, and visibility plunges to almost nothing, though your guide still takes the opportunity to point in the direction that apparently the Pass of Stone lies in, the ruined tower that serves as the closest thing to a capital the Ward of Rain has. Eventually you emerge from that mist and find yourself at the edge of a wide, tree-ringed lake. "The Tarn of Tears," Prince Galenstra says. "The source of what you call the Schaukel, and also of much of Laurelorn's magic."
"A source of magic? How?" You focus on the water, and eventually you can make out a deep throb of magical energy far below, and a steady plume spiralling upwards to swirl through the waters of the lake and be drawn north to the outflow. Everything you've been taught says that all magic has its origin in the Aethyr.
"We don't know," he admits. "We believe there's some kind of portal at the bottom, but it has a guardian spirit that doesn't like us investigating."