08 Arodus, Fireday. Following a recent lead from some travellers delivered to her through Father Joram Kyte's congregation at the Temple of Brigh, Keshka has travelled nearly a week on foot to reach the area just north of the source of the Dagger River known as the Gorum Pots.
An area full of stinking coloured pools and geysers, each of which belches and pops with a thick muddy slurry of heated volcanic ash, clay and other fine particles that give the mud a slightly bloody rust colour.
Unfortunately for any would-be bathers, the mud's temperature and acid content are just too much to stand for comfort, and so the area just doesn't see much visitation at all, save for perhaps the occasional pilgrim of Gorum's faith that hold the place to be sacred ground.
After a week worth of searching, you finally manage to find the poorly described crevasse from the travellers' tale about some supposed ancient crash of some technological thing.
Approaching slowly and cautiously, you follow a track at least five or ten feet wide, looking as though something heavy had been dragged across the ground here, until you finally see it. A grey and metallic looking lump with red markings, almost the shape of some giant egg, large enough for a humanoid to fit within, just laying there at the end of the rut, inert and motionless.