Role

Chapter 2

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Day of the Moon, 7th of the Month of Old Forces in the year 84 (6th Age)
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The ranging party found her lying facedown in the mud, deep in the Vale of
Arendyl. A curious looking woman, with purplish skin and no hair, yet
undeniably an elf, wearing a strange gray robe and tight white clothes. As
they approached, she barely acknowledged their presence. They rolled her
over, expecting to see a corpse, but she was warm to the touch and her eyes
were wide open. She didn't respond to their greetings, nor their queries,
only managing some strange grunting and mewling noises. Eventually, the
strongest amongst them threw her over his shoulder and ran her back to
Darsylon.

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Day of Thunder, 11th of the Month of Long Shadows in the year 85 (6th Age)
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"Drissa, you're practically glowing today. Do you still plan to make the trip
to Voralian City? There is a guildmaster here in Darsylon, after all..."

Her recovery had, by all accounts, been remarkable. In only a little more
than a year, she had fully recovered both in mind and body. The only thing
missing was her memory of anything that happened before waking up in the
Vale. In her condition, it might have been easy to lose heart, but Drissa's
Courage had always been her single most defining characteristic, and losing
her memories hadn't changed that.

"Yep. I'm headed out. I want to see more of the world, book learning only
gets you so far!" She smiled at the old elf, who shook his head and sighed.

"Very well," he said, in a kindly voice, "We will not try to talk you out of
it any longer. But before you go, I must show you something. You may want to
sit down." He patted a seat next to him on her bed, and waited until she sat
before pulling a small black book out of his pocket. She couldn't quite place
the material the cover was made out of.

"We've debated whether or not you should see this. It was found in your cloak
pocket by the ranging party that brought you to us."