"It's a question of any true god; Whom do you serve? What is your quest?" "Please, answer honestly. We are among friends." The party is gathered around a campfire after a nice meal and libations.
For an hour or three each evening, night or early morning, Timm had been working on a map. A map that linked the three kindoms of Zuc Swain to the current world of Kempin.
There was murmuring between those present. Closed after 500 years? Had the Rangers of Oth failed to protect the Gate? Who was left in the ruined world to attempt such a thing?