(Posters strung up on billboards around the town in the rock bottom inn, town hall notice board, pissing crone)
Able men and women, i want you to ask yourself a question.
Am i content?
It is a simple question. If the answer is yes, do not read on. You are not wanted by those who strive for more.
If the answer is no, then i can guess at why. Because of where you are, the underdark. This place is dark, empty, and you are never, ever safe. We could be crushed at any time by our foes. This is accepted as read. The risk we take by even breathing in this lightless hell. So be it, i say. I say if we are taking risks, let us take them doing something meaningful, and if death should take us, know that at least we died on our feet, and not on our knees.
Let others remain in this abyss if they so wish. We shall leave it behind and ascend to greater heights. I am not looking for people that wish to seek a way out of the underdark.
I am looking for those that wish to find it.
Contact me at the Pissing Crone.
Casimir Grand