Angier Shantarathil

Stepping off the gangplank, I welcome the steady ground. The dust and dirt bring comfort from the nausea of weeks at sea. Port Ffirst they say. The noise, the crowds. After all this time the only thing I want is to once again feel the peace of wind through the forest leaves. The gentle sound of a hidden stream trickling over rocks. But no. First I must find security in the uncomfortable company of a band of miscreants, vagabonds and general riffraff, for this is a strange and mysterious place.

Eighty years of solitude in the woods and plains of my homeland. Seeking some purpose, some meaning, anything. The entire continent Faerûn provided me nothing. I fear Kantas will produce the same. Surely a land forged through such discovery and strife is a place where answers can be found.

I hail the nearest local and ask the way to Daring Heights, adventure awaits.