My research has been fortuitous. I have learned much of the dark days of yore, when the Runelord Karzoug was in power. I’ve learned much of the times of Ancient Thassilon, and having spent so much time focused on this subject, I’ve been able to learn to both read and speak the language.
Today I found myself wandering through the Magnimar bazaar, looking for some specific items: there are always new scrolls and books to be found. I was in one of my usual shops, when I felt a small tug on my robes; it was a halfling magus, asking for me to point him towards some scrolls or equipment. After a moment, he hadn’t recognized me, but surely I recognized him! It was Firfus, a member of the party that I left in this very city, so long ago! It was a difficult decision to be sure, but I feel justified in what my research has produced – it will ultimately be for good.
The timing is curious, really. I’ve relatively recently received several letters from Sandpoint, from my friends Father Zantus and Sheriff Hemlock. Sandpoint, it seems, has seen better days. They’ve seen great disaster, and my old companions (or what’s left of them) aren’t as welcome as they once were. These men were asking me to find some heroes to come to their wonderful town.
I suppose this incarnation of my party may not be the best-received, but in my company, perhaps they will be given a chance to redeem themselves.
I am dreadfully sorry to learn that my small green friend, Blacktooth, did not survive their last sortie against a most malicious evil.