Ravenloft: The Call

You awake with a start and take quick note of the word that appears in your mind. The word is important, even more so than your surroundings. You can handle any threat that might try to take you unaware, not that the various traps and alarms you've placed around this latest hiding spot would allow such a thing. No, the word is the most important thing-always different, but always a trigger.

You cast a single glance around the darkened room, then speak.

"D'nal."

A slight flare of pain, and you uncurl the fingers of your left hand. More words appear there, burning silver in the skin of your palm. As they begin to fade, you read them carefully.

Two days, sunrise, snow wolf cottage.

You know the place. The dwarf named Kraal has used it as a safehouse several times. Two days isn't much time without taking public transport, but not impossible. Without another thought, you grab your gear and leave this latest hovel. Thrane calls.

The Silver Flame needs you.