It's him again, the mad mage, driven insane by the death of his brother. But look, his mind has cleared. He may be sad now and then but neverever again as mad as he was in the past. It's all thanks to the people who now gather around him. First the little wood spirit Shkyt: Nephisian saved him in one of his clearer hours of insanity from some Outlaws who would have sold the little one as a working slave or even worse. And second Erëilain, the little witch. She fled from her mountain village as the Inquisition ordered by Leonard the betrayer burned her mistress on a stake. In the lower woods, near the the plain of Tascillien she practically bumped into Nephisian, who camped there for the night. At first he didn't want her to join him, but she clung to him as if her life depended on him, and perhaps it did. In time he came to like her and so there are now three wanderer that roam the land for an unknown destination.