The streets of Hlint are a far cry from the streets of Tiven or Arabel. A safe Haven I guess. No famine or disease are evident, clean too. I wasnt surprised when the gates beckoned me to leave the town. I had heard that some quartermaster would pay for the ears of goblins. I needed money so I set out to collect ears of the goblins in the outskirts of Hlint. It wasnt long before the sounds of suffering found me. At least I was feeling less homesick now. Unfortunately for me the goblins had been slaughtered and their ears taken. I followed the trail and soon found those who were stealing the ears for themselves.
The Dark Lord moves in mysterious ways it seems. The very one responsible for denying me my prize was one who also worshiped Corath. Sipher. Even now his name grates on my very being. He stood there staff in hand mocking me. His guard, I can't remember his name at his side. He weilded a great axe and used it well. A silent servant he appears to be. Sipher's power although limited is greater than mine at this stage. He offered for me to follow him into the Grey Peak mountains to recover the Oil of Vukas. A woman in Fort Llast pays handsomely for it. I do not doubt that my meeting Sipher is no accident. I will be able to use him as I increase my own skills and powers until I am able to go to the places needed to discover the information to take back to Arabel. I know I am right. In the mountains the Dark Lord found me and whispered to me in death that this was the path intended for me.