Kept on Dimitriov's person a small leatherbound book with tiny scribbles. If you ever come across his body, the contents are laid out for you to see.

There once was a brother who was unknown to his mother. And so that it was a new mother was made, one to explain all the quirks of life. Don't blame her, she isn't here, except now with you with me.

An elaborate fiction created around, blame it on alchemy or on sickness and spells anything but giving in to the cold light of truth sink deeper into the ground.

And so I find myself here, in the sewer below gutters other people around. Eager to help I give them power or sometimes I lead, they like it so much They COWER, Before my magnificence! (other adjectives allowed)

Seekers say they will take us away, back to the cold and breeze of the day, We know now they only seek to mislead, to keep us here chained up within fear, I saw lighting door with Finders we made four, Spark up my back, not quite an attack Casimir the leader, a believer in bad luck, Tarnis behind, searching before.

A key from a gnome, he was quite crazy, sink into a deeper lake, meet with the brainmen. Take them all with me, wherever it leads, When will I ever see the light Again?

The Seekers are on to us. They know what we know, of that it is certain.

Today they tried to get rid of us, leading us deep into Dunwarren to die at the hands of the gnomic inventions and Chosen. Only with our abilities and fortitude did we escape from the room. A portal was found, deep within the dark we descend. A spell causes me to fall woozy, to sink deeper and let others come to the fore...

And then I come. Is very lonley and scared in the dark, my spells are all useless and the others look at me with revulsion. We fight many rats with spells, I ran fast and long to keep ahead. A map is made..I fall.