Prex [He/They] WC: 419 The wailing ghosts that had rummaged through their belongings the night previously weighed heavy on Prex's mind. He was thankful to have retrieved his possessions from the phantoms but the word "Galatea" kept repeating itself in its head. He had seen it on many of the items that his followers had brought him and had asked his sorcerer, Mace, what it could possibly mean, but they hadn't given him an answer yet. The harvester wasn't of any help either, the large be...