Swirling purple energy surged from a stone up ahead, pulsing from a sigil etched into the rock. A hand protruded from the vortex of magic, grasping at air.

"Hello?" Came an echoey voice from inside. "A hand? Anyone?"

You grabbed the hand and pulled, yanking out a man in purple robes. He fell to the ground as the purple energy calmed behind him.

He stood, dusting himself off with a charming grin. "Hullo. I'm Gale, of Waterdeep. Apologies. I'm usually better at this."