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___It’s been a long journey.

___It’s been a long journey, and you’ve been sick through it all. Mother would be proud, except this was the fault of no stray germ. Who knew boats MOVED this much ? Who knew the inner sea was this big ? It all looked much more manageable in the pictures… Well, whatever. You’re here now, and all of it will be worth it in the end…

___The barren Wasteland of the Flamecaller already feels like home.

___The crew unceremoniously kicks you out of the Valor. Your destination was only a step on their journey. Tomorrow they will keep on sailing east, towards Churnscar Wharf and, presumably, beyond. Good riddance.

___You leave the port and find yourself in what looks like a small town. Well, « town ». More like a tourist trap. Shops press themselves on both sides of a great boulevard, each adorning brighter colors than the last. They all seem to advertise the same prayer services, flame-inbued charms, sacred minerals and flamecaller-shaped goodies. You had no idea the place was so tourist-y.

___You realize you have no idea where to start.
___You should probably find somewhere to spend the night first.

>> Enter the first building you see and ask for a room
>> Keep looking around
>> Ask the Valor's crew for directions