Written in a rothe-leather bound book with neat, elegant script. The Journal of Vindir Ragerunner, Spellsword.

Day two of my freedom:

I believe that I have finally lost the pursuing drow hunting party for now. There is little doubt in my mind that they will find me again, however. These drow are ruthless. They kill and torture without mercy nor remorse. Unfortunately for my captors, I carry the same traits when threatened. Strange, I think I see an odd Duergar further through the caverns... It appears af if he has set up a camp. A trap, no doubt. Still... Perhaps he has some useful information I could use.

A city! It seems as though trusting the Duergar was for the better. He has told me of a city burried deep within the ruins of an old Svirfneblin settlement, founded by other escaped slaves of all things. A Sanctuary, indeed...

Scribbled in hastily.

I sense the presence of a mysterious stalker somewhere in the darkness. It is obvious to me now that this Sanctuary is my destination.

I shall exact vengeance from the drow for their crimes against the Seldarine soon enough. The disciples of Lolth shall feel the cold sting of my blade. Shevarash guide my steps.