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  1. Year 13 2A: Several travelers arrive to East-Fleet in preparation for a longer journey, lead by a man who calls himself a Prospector, a native to Almaris' underground depths. (Artist) The warm seabreeze of East-Fleet amused an old miner who walked along the crusted docks. He had a moment alone, enough to drink down something amber he bought at the tavern at Southbridge. He rubbed a flat thumb over the cheap label of 'Oaken Nectar', and let the empty bottle plop into the rising & falling tide. The bottle was pulled away by wave and wind, floating towards the horizon as puffs of ocean wind blew out a melody on the empty jug's lid. The men & woman Nale travelled with were still at South-Bridge, many of them seeking medical care for burns. "The surfacelands are crowded with all manner of new folk," Nale mused to some nameless dock-hand. He bartered for an hour or two, before securing a pier at the docks to use as a storage-point for the charted expedition. The prospector sat down in the new quarters which were tight and ramshackle. Filling out some papers, Nale made his plans to ship supplies from Haense to East-Fleet, and then to caravan them inland to the first quarry. Nale worked while he chattered to the dockhand, a rather gossipy boy. The young lad would be sure to tell others of this strange Prospector of the underworld. Those who strolled by Eastfleet would see a young dock-hand tending the ****-caked piers, a newly constructed storage site, busied cartographers, and an old Prospector who would introduce himself by the name of Nale o'Merphex. Nale says he is offering a job to those helping unload packages from Haense. [To interact with Nale, the Dock-Hand, or the storage, comment here or message me in-game if you are at East-fleet.]
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