After finding out that Blackwell was telling the truth, Jacob was more at ease. He also found this drunkard ghost who likes drinking wine made with souls quite interesting, especially because of his carefree attitude about this dreadful place and how he's been wandering here for thousands of years.
"I appreciate your enthusiasm. But I'm not here for adventure. Since you are wandering here for so long, you must also know how to get out of here, right?" Jacob asked without revealing his true intentions.
Blackwell didn't find Jacob's question unusual. If Jacob was really here by mistake, then it was only natural that he wanted to get out. He raised his gourd again, swirling the liquid souls inside.
"To be honest with you, brave brother, the Valley of Sunless Dusk isn't a place where you can come and go as you please. You might enter on your own accord, but you can't exit unless the Valley allows you to exit.
