A small leather bound book, the pages are filled with notes in a neat, clean script.

I was but 15 when I was taken by the dark ones during a raid. I don't know how long I have been in the darkness, enslaved by the drow. Here in the underdark there is no day, no night, there are no changing seasons. By Mystra's grace I am free of the drow now and in her name I shall protect the righteous and honest users of the Weave to the best of my ability.