It’s a cold, dark night. There’s a group of about twenty changelings, all wearing the same clear orange rain ponchos waiting in the park. They all have large, overstuffed backpacks.
Among them are Julius, Lillian, and Aryll.
”I think it’s time we get going. I’ve heard of a town in the Medieval Sect that might have some sort of a lead. Communication is pretty hard to get from the Medieval Sect, so we might just have to go over and hope we hear something useful.”
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Goddess of Travel, Saltwater, and Logic
With nightfall comes great danger
And things go from strange
To so much stranger
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