A voice rings out beckoning to me like many time before. It’s an old voice one full of both sorrow but an edge of hope it one that I feel as I’ve heard a thousand time before but also have only heard it for the first time it just keeps telling me this.   You who gather in this town with motives of your own birth some have come for the prospect of wealth whilst others gather to commune with powers most ancient no matter for I care not why you and your ilk gather beneath the shadow of my home what I do hold in high regard are your prowess be you a simple bard or a paladin of the highest caliber. For this, I care not or be ‘ye a man raised in the slums or the silk and Pearlescent of nobility.   I plead to thee Unite for the call has rung out and the world's needs heroes to heed its call for alone we will crumble before  the endless legion that wishes to corrupt  these lands if not for an old fool such as myself then please for those I cherish and attempt to shield from the mistakes of those of my ilk.