I’ve seen the Aurelian Gate, and walked the ever frozen planes of Nuy’hadd. I’ve marveled at the shimmering lights coloring the night sky over Jauzun. I’ve watched the wonders of magic play tricks on children and grown men alike. I’ve tasted the meat of the Whitewoods owlbear and the wondrous gusto of gnomish melidieur. But there is nothing like coming home to my beloved North Call Inn. A welcoming grin from Ared, the smell of Hagshot in the air … I could sit at those salt licked windows overlooking the sea until my bones turn to dust.