“That is the true history of our world,” said the man grimly. “Few know of it, save for the descendants and several others. I am one of the former, a descendant of the elven lady Dryneas.” The young man squinted to try and peer through the darkness, to see the face that had been speaking to him for quite some time. The young man then asked,”What do you want with me?” The pale figure replied,”You see, I am old, and very near to death. I wish for you to be my successor, to carry out my life’s work and finally finish it for me.”

The young man was surprised at this. “Successor? What
would you have me do?” “I would have you gather some items for me, and bring them here. I cannot tell you any more until you agree.” “What if I disagree to help you?” asked the young man. The pale old man glared. “What is your name?” he asked. “Jeffery Stefenas, but why?” The man replied. “Jeffery, if you do not agree to help me with my task, you will die. I can say that with absolute certainty. You will die.“