Dacil elbowed his way through the gathered crowd trying hard to steer clear of the more vocal, dangerous looking ones. Within minutes he spied what he was looking for and carefully made his way over to the wall beside the mage shop. Just as he’d been told, there was a mysterious keg there as well as the others he’d seen around Britain.

Dacil’s informants had first told him of the kegs appearing a few days ago. It seemed no one was able to say what was in them or what purpose they served. The kegs bore a label “Made in Ver Lor Reg” and yet all attempts to speak with the gargoyles in that city had come to naught.

Examining the keg closer, Dacil thought he detected a trace odor that, if he was correct, was VERY bad news. With the rioters stepping up their attacks in Britain and Castle British locked down, this was just one more sign of spreading chaos that could very well lead to disaster.

Dacil rose and carefully made his way out of the city. It was time to try to get some answers and he thought he knew just the place to go for them. He did not think it would require assistance but, then again, in these uncertain times, you never quite knew what you might face unexpectedly. Perhaps he should err on the side of caution this time….

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Please meet Dacil Dalgrin at Empath Abbey, Sunday, April 1st @ 5 p.m. PST/8 p.m. EST to lend whatever assistance may be needed.