The loss of her and of Nevaharday shattered my soul into what I thought were irreparable pieces. The pain was unbeara¬ble, but I dreamt of her often. Those dreams were my solace.

I was a terrible prince. After my parents were murdered, that place reminded me of nothing but ghosts and shackles. Life as a rogue suits me much better, but even I cannot stand idly by and let our people suffer.

No, no. By all means, lead on. Nothing gets the blood pumping more than hunting down the biggest threat to the realm and deciding we'll just wing it.

What of your sins, Rogue? If the hero encountered you today, would he spare you a date with his sword?

The rogue has suffered much. He needs someone to remind him of why he once believed in a good path...