Neverwinter. Not much has changed, not even the smell. The company that Lord Vasil has stitched together to find two missing agents is odd at best. I am sure of the fellow Aasimar. Between spell casters, a back stabbing devil and an overly friendly Xeph, I wonder what Lord Vasil’s true intentions are. He is a keeper of many secrets and I suspect that our expedition is not one of them. Attacked outside of Neverwinter by no ordinary thieves, I feel there is a lot more deception than truth around me. Neverwinter is the first stone to be overturned. I often struggle with how much I am bound by a code that showed no favor to my mother even though she gave her life to it.