Within stone’s throw of the welcome committee is the city of Port Scion. It looks like everyone should have prayed for my return a bit sooner. The city is torn to shreds from sea level up to its drum towers, and familiar explosions rumble the landscape as Defiants and Guardians catapult potshots across the water at each other. While saving the city appears to be a mainline objective, the missions I’m given lead me in the opposite direction, through Silverwood, to get in touch with a bunch of besieged elves and deal with the enemy on a peripheral level. The city is lost for now.
Ain't No Love in the Heart of the City