Riverdane, in the Valley of Doernan, was a quiet place on most days. A small sleepy town with a well, a tavern, and far too many plants overgrowing the streets. A place where strangers were rare but always welcome, and a great place to lay low, at least usually. The only downside for the fleeing wizard Zoltan Sintoris was that at this particular moment, Tyrian Imperial  forces were garrisoning the town in order to hold the valley from encroaching Coalition troops.<br/><br/>It was not however as bleak as it may have looked to the casual observer. Tyr, was a militaristic city-state for sure, and yes, it had its own brand of public relations problems, but there was no safer place to be a wizard in all of Silestorum, in fact, a rogue wizard would find his particular talents put to great use by such state, and it was well known that The Faceless One, (who really isn't as bad as he sounds), provided generously to those who could prove their worth to him.<br/><br/>Everything aside, Zoltan knew that his options were limited, either run and hope to not get cut down, or stay, fight and well, he was right screwed either way and he knew it, but I digress...