A fair elf clad in sailor's garbs is seen at the docks of Leringard giving food to the impoverished living on that side of the city. He has a small crate full of meat freshly cooked. After giving alms, he simply walks away and disappears into the city.
The impoverished return to their languid squalor with full stomachs and smiles on their weary faces. Who is this sudden benefactor? During such dark times, good souls are in short supply.
