The morning of Worldfall, as the sun crested the trees, the party felt that familiar feeling of plane shifting and witnessed the ruins and trees fade away, and before their eyes, they were replaced by an enormous tent city. Erdan was waiting there for them. He looked much better than when they saw him last, alone, at the Citadel of the Seasons.
"Greetings my friends. It has been quite some time since we have seen each other. Let us adjourn to my tent so I can debrief you and discuss other matters."
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