"Devonmir, there is not a worse place to be found in all of eastern Agara, son. It was in the summer of 345, at least I think that was the year. So do you remember Saberrak the Gray, the minotaur from Unlinn? He was once again a prisoner, in a foul place not far from us in fact." I speak to see if a tale of mine can stir his tired spirit enough to have a full belly before bed. My mind wanders to where I have possibly left off, a year ago."Yes, but...