[Prologue] The Shrill Call
The servant of the Wandering God glanced up and meant to turn and look at the crier, but in order to do so, he had to shift himself in his seat. Beholding perhaps the one person in the place older than himself, Regdoc payed special attention. After all, he was wont to frequently expound on the virtues of time-ripened wisdom.
"Eh? Exemplar you say? You Exemplar?" Not wanting to risk losing his seat, the old cleric shouted raspily back across the common room.