I am a dark magician, the bearer of two Seals of the goddess Nilf. The people of Menas call people like me Demon Lords. They fear us, they hate us, legends and fairy tales are written about us, because we live almost as long as the dark elves of the Eternal Forests of N'aelor or the light elves of the Gardens of Armin. Each Lord chooses his own path: power, strength, pleasure. I have chosen the path of knowledge, I have chosen seclusion and research, and even the saints of the Three Orders no longer see me as a threat. I made the world forget about me. But everything changed when I was returning home with a slave trader's caravan that was traveling from the kingdom of Brim to my native Western Lands.