Oh, hello...

I should never have come here. In Altgard, my dreams were filled with the soaring architecture and the glorious Daevas of Pandaemonium. I would find friends here--true friends.

So I ran away. Once I got here, it didn't take long to learn the truth.

Pandaemonium is like a mother Worg--kind and tender to its children, but to anyone else--anyone unfamiliar--it shows its fangs.

Sure, Asmodian communities are tight-knit, but no one here will give me the time of day.

I don't fit in here, and since I left home, I don't belong there either. I don't know what to do.

You clearly don't know my parents. Pandaemonium is kind compared to them.

When I was little, they starved me for three days for nothing more than telling a lie. Of course that only taught me how to be a better liar.

If I go back home, they'll know I failed.

I was naive, I know. I came here with no idea what I was going to do and very little Kinah.

Perhaps I need a plan, perhaps there is a place for me here....