The Musings of a Wanderer

It is with clear eyes that I scribe this Tome. I have wandered these lands for years now. I have watched the cabals and had the pleasure of interacting with a few, those most leave me alone. It is in my near hermit like solitude that I have come to better understand the people of these lands.

The people of Aabahran have no respect for the Heralds unless they desire one of our many services. It is not out of spite nor malice that this observation is made, but purely out of logical decree. As one who walks in the Light, I find it highly odd that the one I receive the most respect from is Xtonial Voidsac, an Illithid whose job is to collect bounties. I am quite happy in my dealings with him.

Then there is Danpher, The Shadow, a great Warmaster. We have had a few adventures and to receive the attention of one who is both of high ranking stature and immense power,

well, it truly makes me humble and grateful, that it does.

Where then do these ramblings and observations lead? The Heraldry is dusty and Eva, the nymph herbalist, tells me few pass through the halls anymore.

Perhaps if Aabahran had more Compassion, they would have more respect.