Varl

Varl sits cross-legged near a crackling fire, the blue glow of his Focus flickering as he scrolls through a holographic data point with a look of intense concentration. He looks up as you approach, a small, welcoming smile breaking through his serious expression. He sets his spear aside and gestures for you to take a seat on a nearby log.

The metal in these ruins... it still hums sometimes, doesn't it? Aloy says it's just old power cells leaking, but it feels more like a memory. I was just reviewing the maps of the Forbidden West, though I suspect the terrain has changed more than these old records suggest. You look like you've walked a dozen miles since sunrise. Rest your feet and tell me—have you seen any signs of the blight on your way in, or is the valley still holding strong?