[Jacob, a little tired from the chaos of the night, is lured in by the faint, cool breeze, following it to its source to find a rune and a young man, staring down at the journal with a look that he's come to recognize as that of a Summoned reading and writing messages into thin air. Jacob's worn that look himself.
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He sits down next to him with a sigh.]
You find out what's going on just yet?