The Ink That Would Not Set

Foxing is what happens to a page the Binders never quite finished with, $N. Damp got into a chapter before the ink had properly set, and rather than let it run and ruin the whole gathering, they cut the leaf and let the sea have it. This isle is that leaf: every sinkhole is a place where the wet ink pooled and never dried, and the woods around it have been rust-spotted ever since, the way old paper foxes at the edges. A wanderer came through to look at the sinks some seasons back, small tidy hand, called themselves the Glossator, and left their own blot at the edge of the Inkwell Sink, dark enough it could almost be mistaken for the water. I have studied it as long as I have studied the isle's own foxing and I still cannot read the second half. Go and look at it for me.

Experience

1700

Currency reward

8s 50c

Repeatable

No

Sigil

Ledger and ink