51.3

As you walk along White Sky’s outermost platform, you see Elder Murtok Gral leaning out over the railing, eyes focused on the lake. He has a long, thin fishing pole in one hand, casting with quick, practiced motions. He seems distracted, however, staring at the distant shore.

“Oh, hello,” he says. “Always good to have Rangers on the platforms.” His eyes never leave the shoreline. He seems to be looking for something.

Clear Elder Murtok with  to find out what’s on his mind.