Helspar's Crag

Waist-deep in muck, you make your way to the metallic clue. "What a bright idea this was," you think to yourself as you reach your quarrey. It's a sword, obviously one of the watch's. As you reach for it something catches your wrist. You try to pull away, but more hands wrap around you. They pull you under and your lungs fill with muck as you attempt to scream.