[@Marcus XVI]

Carver didn't understand half the words spoken by this man called Ramius Kastagir. Master bard? Magna Alumnae? He said he was from Waterdeep, wherever that was. Ramius took couple gulps of his drink, giving Carver time to wonder what he meant by "what world or plane of existence". Was there not just one of each? He decided he would just say what he knew. [color=8dc73f]"Um, the village of Maple Falls, in the Sticky Valley, in the country of Penta, on the West Continent, on the planet Theia. In the year..." [color=c4df9b][i]What year is it again? I guess I can be a little off and he'll still know which Maple Falls it is.[/i][/color] "...380 of the Civil Age."[/color] He was starting to wonder if it was even worth going back, for all he had left in his life. This place at least had its striking unfamiliarity to keep him slightly occupied for a while. And it had a bar.