Ilios is a lively place even after the sun sets. Most of the residents and tourists keep the party going in town. Thousands of years of evidence that people lived here was being discovered all over against by the Wayfinders. Their tools, their pottery-

Sloan retreated from burrowing, taking a breath of fresh air once they resurfaced. Along with a small trinket of what seemed to be a dog depicted in clay. Small enough to fit in the palm of their hand.

"What an incredible find!" They chimed excitedly.

Dusting themself off, they stood and took another look around. There were the usual ruins, a case of ice cream, and you, standing where the Wayfinders set up camp, but the rest were gone.

"Where'd everybody go? How long was I down there?"