From the Field Notes of the Traveler’s Guide to Stone’s Hollow, a destination from the Wayfarer’s League. Remmy looked up from his conversation with the newest travelers dining at the bar to see Gunter bluster in the door along with a spatter of rain. “It’s coming. Almost at the edge of Miller’s Field and heading this way. Tell Breez and your lot to buckle up. It’s moving fast this time. Maybe from the storm.” To punctuate his words, a deep roll of thunder rumbled in the dist

The soft sputtering of a gas streetlamp was the only mortal sound in this crooked, deserted lane.