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Taya stopped her musing, looking up to see a white haired lady in old fashioned robes question her about the the date. She raised an eyebrow, this lady must be from a different part of the world, but then why ask the date? "T'is summer of the year 2011 AD, madam." Taya drops her hand, ready to fetch her pocket knife out of her skirt if need be, wary of this stranger.

Trysil wanders along the beach, headed for the docks for the older part of the city. There's a tugging sensation leading him that direction that tells him other gods have woken, and he wants to seek them out and find out what has caused them to rouse from their slumber.