So, we found the Portal and made it to Dalar.
Good.
Only half of my crew is here with me.
Not so good.
None of them is Kiina, who stayed behind to fight a werebear by herself.
Bad.
The Portal on Dalar is broken into a thousand pieces, which means I can’t go back through it.
Worse.

Ya know what would make this even better? Being in a country—excuse me, dohmahr—that’s run by a tyrannical ruler who enslaves people in a gladiator-type arena, making them fight to the death. And those are the lucky ones. The others are slaughtered in the streets for no other reason than they looked at a soldier wrong. It’s perfect. The exact place I want to be.

Because where else would I be if I wanted to incite a rebellion and kill that son of a bitch?

I guess the mystery of my heritage is gonna have to wait…