Many unfamiliar faces walk around the site of landfall at the Guild's new island. It's the early morning, and the sign of the Warrior is visible in the stars above. With the camp in the forest near the beach nearly set up and new initiates to the Guild hauling off the rest of their belongings, a few start scoping out locations for the Guild Hall. A small housecat brushes past my legs as I'm experimenting with Levitation, and I drop water on my feet once again. Damn it to Oblivion!

I shout to the rest of the Guild

I'm going to patrol the campsite with my bow and set up a few Destruction runes. Does anyone want to come with me?

Will someone wake Theodane up? He's off to sleep again, either from mead or exhaustion. We need a scouting party out there.