“Soraya’s note says to look for her at Spirit Lake, under a tree,” Burt reads off the parchment, still catching his breath.

You thank the lucky tides for your narrow escape from a gruesome demise (being pecked to death by a flock of cranes and herons is no joke) and making it safely across the land bridge, which has now disappeared under the rapid currents of Tariam Bay. You and Burt stand shoulder to shoulder as you look back at the swooping specks in the distance. No doubt the water birds had returned in hope for easy pickings before the water level got too deep to dive for fish…

The hour to depart from the Guild’s quarters couldn’t come fast enough. After spending so much time inside watching your fearless leader heal, the idea of an adventure was gnawing at your heels. You spend the day gathering your equipment and provisions, as the journey to Spirit Lake could take a few days. Burt squirms with excitement with every passing shade…