Shortly before sundown, song and laughter began to fill the firmament,
originating from the Arysian Isles. The merians upon the island of
Nyalia decorated their home with a grand display of coloured lights, and
many took up instruments to accompany of the songs of others, all in
celebration of a grand expedition. A few bravos had returned from trips
to New Celest, bringing with them food, water, rope, clothing, and other
supplies, which were allocated to the researchers waiting upon the
beach. Amid a chorus of passionate cheers, Archmage Marinus himself
wished the emboldened adventurers the best of luck as they disappeared
beneath the waters of the Inner Sea.

Penned by My hand on the 14th of Roarkian, in the year 269 CE.