I am a dark magician, the bearer of two Seals of the goddess Nilf. The peoples of Menas call people like me the Lords of Demons. We are afraid, we are hated, legends and fairy tales compose about us, because we live almost as long as the dark elves of the Eternal forests of N'aelor or the light elves of the Gardens of Armin. Each Master chooses his own path: power, strength, pleasure. I chose the path of knowledge, chose seclusion and research, and even the saints of the Three Orders no longer see me as a threat. I made the world forget about itself. But everything changed when I returned home with a slave trader's caravan, which followed from the kingdom of Brim to my native Western Lands.