Robes in the Reeds

There — north past the third lake, where the mist never lifts. Grey robes, grey banners: Gravecallers, camped in the open like they already own the fen. They have stopped hiding, $N, which means they think they have already won. Prove them wrong. Cut down 12 of their cultists.

Experience

1800

Currency reward

7s 0c

Repeatable

No

Sigil

Root and harvest