Dear Watch Officer Fawkes;

My name is Wheyland Sark, a recent citizen of the town. I struggled out of a series of caves just mere hours after the attack from the Sslalteesh lizardkin. In the interim I have made a few friends, and gotten a grasp as to the dire desparate nature of the situation. I know time is short and grief is long, and I would do something about it.

Joining the Watch is not in my blood. I could never serve as a militiaman, answering to orders, following a regimen, and so forth. It is in my history to only find corruption and disdain for the common man in the ranks of any organized policy or military force. However, we do not have the luxury of depending on neighbors or a king or any greater good to aid us. We are alone, lost amongst the darkness of the underdark.

I can't sit by and do nothing. I can pick up my scythe and drive back our enemies. Were I to do nothing, my God would disavow me for giving myself to a meaningless life and pointless death. I would give my muscle and might to your cause in defending the city if you were to simply ask. All I ask is a chance to make good in the city.

I know there is something I can do. Please let me know.

Wheyland Sark Beacon