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After your last great battle, you decided not to become a god. Since
then, a year has passed. All of your companions from that time have left
your side and now follow their own paths.
In all of this time you have lived in many cities, but you never
remained in one for more than a month.
You were surprised at how quickly people seemed to forget what you
had done for them. The only cities that still show you any gratitude are
Suldanessalar and Trademeet, and even they are slowly forgetting you.
During your travels you started to feel nostalgia for the place in
which you grew up. Often during the night you dreamed of Candlekeep, with
all of its towers, all of its walls, and of the happy men who lived there.
Sometimes, you dreamed of Gorion. In these dreams, Gorion spoke to you. He
invited you to come back to Candlekeep, and to find him. His image
appeared very clearly to you, almost as if it were real. These dreams were
not like the others, in which he had always seemed nothing more than a
dark, ghostly figure.
Your desire to once again see the town in which you were born
increased steadily. Then, one day, a messenger delivered to you a letter
written by the monks of Candlekeep. They ask you to meet with them,
because they have to speak to you about something very important that they
have discovered, though they write that there is no need to be hasty.
Whatever it is, it is too important to be described in the letter.
Your desire to see familiar places was great, and in a few day's
time you were already travelling. Now, after a week, you are in Trademeet
for a rest. You are hoping to be able to stop here for two or three days
in order to recover your lost energy.
And now the story begins!
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