Another two hours pass on the small trail, but soon you see ahead of you a rise in the swamp. Castle Blackscale was once the jewel of Blackscale Lagoon, the gleaming castle upon the hill that was a symbol of the baroness’s power. Now it is little more than a skeletal husk of stone and slag, melted to ruin. It stands atop Moss Hill, visible from Fanetide as a symbol of lost glory. What treasures it may still house are now buried in stone and reclaimed by time — it is now a moss-covered arrangement of cairns that looks more like a graveyard than a grand palace. At this distance, you have plenty of cover from the saltgrass that stands 5 ft high in most places.