The Gate Callers, an ancient order of Erudites, have returned to restore the power of the Ulteran Spires. Seek out the order‘s lead scholar to offer assistance in Antonica, the Commonlands, the Thundering Steppes, Nektulos Forest, the Enchanted Lands or the Feerrott.

The hum caught Phelan‘s attention. A low, barely audible thrumming sound that penetrated his sleep. Waking was always one of his least favorite activities, so he lay still for some time, drifting in and out of slumber. Still, the hum was insistent. Annoying. He finally sat up with a bitter grumble.

"What is going on around here?" he demanded of no one in particular. This trip to Bobick‘s Village had been particularly stressful. No lodgings anywhere near the dock, and he certainly wasn‘t going to take his chances in Rivervale. After glancing around, he decided to sleep beneath the wooden planks and trust to the local deputies to keep him safe.

"Would have gotten more rest, too, if not for that dratted Kelbri hollering at anything that moved," he muttered, glancing at the halfling who had likewise taken shelter beneath the docks.

"Morning!" she called to him, cheerfully unaware of having darkened his sleep. "Are you going to help them, then?"

"Help? Them who?" Phelan asked, splashing water onto his face. He dried off with the back of his hand, then pulled out a skin and waded out to fill it from the cooler water further from shore.

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