The crew has returned to the docks, empty-handed yet unharmed.

In due time, a message finds its way to CALLAN, through similar channels as what she sent forth across the sea. Soon after this, a modestly sized sailing vessel may be sighted by the Southern Reach's coast... ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿୨ ୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿ Callan Ancaire! Your name is one I recall through distance and tale, and I thought it a trick of fate to see it once more. The one who saved my son, all those years past, and in turn you have got my deepest gratitudes. My weary bones seek once more and for the final time the yonder's call, and so I will set out aboard The Poacher, southerlyways to seek you out. Fair tides,Bryn of Sirensong ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿୨ ୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿

IGN: Hyscope Character: Hawthorn Description: Shovel in hand, Hawthorn bears plentiful experience with the dead, the dying and the undead, in addition to the wilderness. In fact, it is a regular hunter of necrophages, knowing just where to strike, chopping their decayed flesh into pieces and letting the magic of mulch take its course for bountiful soil.And very sturdy, on top of that.

[!]Those with their finger on the pulse of quieter happenings, or perhaps simply with a focus on the recently found cave, would hear of something peculiar.One Jacob Kunert has led an expedition of four into Nutward Putward Cave, in search of valuable minerals.While his men have come back, he has not emerged. 

Wake: I hate it when my office officials spontaneously combust.  this is why we HAVE to vote!!