The front page spread for the Salvation Times, Issue 11, circa 9th Dravago, 999 YK.
The work may be tough - by the last count, roughly 70% of scavengers who entered the Mournland didn't return, or were later found dead by other salvage crews - but fortune awaits those bold enough and skilled enough to make it home alive!
If you're plucking up the courage to make your own expedition into the Grey, heed the words of scavenger Ned Keldrik, who told this correspondent: "There's no better time to enter the Grey! You can sit there drinkin' up all the courage you can afford, but it ain't worth grease when you're starin' a clockwork monstrosity in the grill. Out there, it's instinct what gets you home alive, instinct and a healthy dose of luck."
A few days after making this statement, Ned went out on what would be his final expedition into the Mournland, and his decapitated head was found a few days ago, turned completely to stone. The whereabouts of the rest of his body are unknown at this time.
Due to the odd preservative effects of the Mournland, Mortician has taken to keeping the corpses of those people on gurneys just inside of the mists, using ropes to hoist them back out once their kin had settled expenses for a funeral. Someone, or something, is taking some of those corpses. Predators are suspected, yet Mortician claims that there are no animal tracks to indicate that this is the case.
Regardless of the cause, corpses generally don't just get up and leave. Keep your eyes peeled out there, scavengers!
Scavengers beware, however! The so-called Lord of Blades, leader of a militant warforged "nation" within the mists has recently claimed Kalazart as his own, and the salvage crews that don't return from the city send a clear message to those who would seek to plunder it's riches.