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Isla take your medicine Isla raises her eyebrows at that, tilting her head at Maea. "I quite like the Grounds," she admits with a small smile. "I know that when Bastien was around, he wanted to make the place... better. More palatable, that sort of thing. But it's taken a back seat to practical matters, as you can imagine." A shame, but Isla understands it. Bastien had been the aesthetic one, after all. "Well, we have finished the Voice's quest to create a weapon for the top of the Spire, though I hope we never need to use it. We've also created some traps to discourage people from crossing through the Greatwood and into the grounds, as well as the work you helped to complete on the Spire. I'd like to keep working on it, to make sure all the levels are functional. It seems like the sort of space we should use, right?"