Where my life ended, and began.

by Aven Veil Thornell

I never thought things could get worse than that dungeon, but here I am, lost in the disgusting slums full of rodents and grimy people glaring at me wherever I go. I'm starving and cold, the rags I'm left with are torn and battered and so is my person. I don't know how long I'm going to survive in this mess, I must get back to the main city.