A young woman dressed in worn deerskin drops unconscious in front of the ancient temple. A young Acolyte rushes out followed by an old Dwarven Priest. "I know her. She's Shollin, a Ranger from Madagor." - The Old Dwarven Priest "The road must've been hard." - The Young Acolyte "The Drow have come from beneath and walk amongst the trees." - Shollin (The ancient Dwarf lays the wounded Elf on a straw cot.) "My armour, my hammer child! Friends are in need!" - The Old Dwarven Priest A special thanx goes to the following who personally helped us with the information here: |