Phwoar, look at that striking steeple on the horizon, I thought after arriving in Crimson Desert’s first town.
I was playing a man I was fairly sure I couldn’t give a toss about, embroiled in a conflict I also couldn’t give a toss about, but that tower. Man, it took my breath away. Who could dwell within it? Who first built it? Can I climb it? Where did they get all of that stone? These questions buzzed around my belfry-addled brain. ‘Hey, stay on track,’ argued another bit of my grey matter, ‘you’ve got a train to find’. ‘Train can wait,’ I replied, ‘must take in the visual majesty of this faraway tower and maybe visit it to see if there’s anything interesting to do there’.
