It had finally happened. After centuries of traveling, sleeping under the stars, learning, playing, and enjoying all his native plane had to offer, Luthandrel of the Windswept Leaves left his body behind on his final journey. In this world, he left a king's ransom in magical items, an emperor's army in bastards, a trail of broken hearts long enough to reach the moon, and you. He unbound you from him on his 700th birthday, fearing he might not be long for this world and not particularly caring if you decided to turn on him with your newfound freedom. But you didn't and the two of you spent several more good years together. Those years are over now. As he'd always wished, Luthandrel collapsed on the road and gave his last breath, then was buried in an unmarked mound about a mile away.<br/><br/>Because of this, you are left all alone. Not poor or destitute, but without friends or companionship for the first time since you came to this plane. The city you were headed for is only a day's march away, provided you stay on the path. And who knows what sort of travelers you might meet along the way?