The Wanderer.

[Peter Levy]

**A small rowing boat comes to shore, and a single figure scrambles out. A rodent beastkin of some manner, dressed in the robes of a Yeeta under a black and silver coat. He drags his little boat up onto the beach and pulls out a staff and an old-fashioned Serkanian spear. He ambles up the beach puffing on his pipe, looking for signs of life.**

Anyone here? Any shadowy murderists? Maybe an elf of anti-magic? They're the only residents I've met...

**He knew that this was a small patch of null-magic. That why he had to teleport the rowing boat with him and row to shore. It came from a Well, so there must be a shard of the Jewel. And such things don't sprout without what he's looking for.**

I am called Wanderer, and I've wandered here to find some friends. Friends are good.

[Hatsuo1980]

A young air elf, not more than a decade old approaches the Rodera

"follow me" he says

He leads the rodera to a modest house, some 2 miles from the shore.

"you may enter" he says as the door opens "he is awaiting you"