Zebulon sighed and dismissed his spell. "Nothing seems amiss in the orchard at the moment," he said to the group at large. "The feather is definitely magical, however. Whatever dropped it is itself probably magical and may be what we are after."

Taking his staff in hand, he strode around the twenty marked trees, drawing a circle around them in the dirt. Stepping inside the circle, he took off his pack and set it and his staff against a nearby tree trunk. Once the spell was set, he would keep watch under the trees until it faded. "I am going to cast the alarm spell now," he said, addressing the group again. "If it is successful, it will last for at least four hours. Anyone leaving the spell area will not trigger it, but anyone coming into the area will, so please decide now where you would like to be."

When it seemed everyone had chosen whether to be inside the spell area or outside, he clapped his hands together as if to pray, and began to chant the spell.

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Roll to cast Alarm: The 20-sided dice lands on 5

If that first roll fails, Zebulon will try again right away, so just in case, here is a second dice roll: The 20-sided dice lands on 20