I Need To See A Woman About Some Fish...
Between reading Randolph Carter's diary forward, backward, and sideways and practicing inscribing the seal on multiple objects, Dinadan's been very, very busy lately. So busy that he almost forgot to get in contact with Cait about which bay had suddenly and mysteriously emptied itself of all sea creatures in preparation for the rise of the temple.

He's just calling it "the temple". Names have been known to have power, and he really doesn't want to attract any more attention than he undoubtedly already has.

But now he's pretty sure that he can do the seal in his sleep (and he's even carved it onto his sword -- it can't hurt), and there's no reason that he shouldn't call and every reason that he should.

He dials and hopes like hell he's got the right number.