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It has been years since I last saw my mother. Beaten to near beyond recognition, I remember being torn away from her as I tried to strike back at my captors. I try not think about it much, but it doesn't take much to bring back the image to me. How far I have come since then, having escaped my captors in Zhentil Keep and eventually killing some of them just to watch their eyes go lifeless.
As profitable as it was there, it was time to move on. I had learned of a group of travelers that were heading south to the Dales in search of some god-forsaken tomb. I gathered up a group of like-minded individuals to follow them. We waited in ambush outside the tomb entrance for the group to leave and made off with their hard one treasure.