The first hundred or so pages or so of this book detail a life spent hunting the wilds of Rashemen, looking for a spirit beast to emulate. It then goes into a drawn out tale of enslavement to Thayan captors, which includes many colorful oaths and racist remarks. After this the tale tells of being sold to a mysterious elf in need of some 'real sport'.

It seems the time to strike was much sooner than I thought. That damned dark elf had quite the humorous look of terror in his eyes when his prized pet ran him through with the rusted sword they gave me. It seems the drow credit their own abilities far too much to give much thought into slaughtering 'iblith' as they are were so fond of calling me. The caves truly are not a bad place to hunt. I will find much stronger prey here than I did in the forests.

After a few weeks of hunting I have finally found a settlement somewhat akin to those on the surface. Apparently it is populated entirely by ex slaves such as myself and the descendants thereof. A scattered population of vagrants from other parts of the underdark also seem to populate this place. I find I much prefer the solace of the wilds to the ganging hordes of petty weaklings that populate this place, but it still has its uses. There is much more than I suspected in way of trade and craft, which has proven quite useful in supplementing my life outside of the walls.

This entry then trails off into describing various cavern systems in the near vicinity of Sanctuary.