Luth on the other hand, was a good ways away from the northlands when the news of trouble arrived, although it seemed there was always trouble somewhere in Faerun.<br/><br/>He had set out only a few months prior, after he managed to find his half-drow employer's apprentice passed out with his spellbook in plain sight. Luth had been quietly observing the wizard's lessons for years while working as his servant, learning how magic worked bit by bit, and with the pilfered spellbook in hand he fled far to the north as fast as his legs would take him. Practicing with the spellbook he'd acquired and putting the years of eavesdropped lessons to use. He obtained a rudimentary grasp of the magics as he joined with trade caravans and did everything he could to earn enough to eat as his limited savings dwindled by the day.<br/><br/>This plan had gotten him as far as Westgate on the Dragon coast, and he'd become much more comfortable with the magics he now wielded, even making breakthroughs into aspects of conjuration he'd never so much as heard a muttering of from the wizard to one of his pupils, nothing too fantastical, but it was proving to himself that he was quite an able learner.<br/><br/>And he would have to put it to use now he suspected, as he looked upon the streets of the miserable hive of scum and villainy he now found himself in. Well, if there was one place to find work without any credentials to back you up, as long as you didn't mind if it was a little questionable, it was Westgate. After poking around a bit, he heard the rumour of trouble in the north. The promise of gold in the north seemed tempting, but Luth would have to find some way to get there before he could find someone to hire him.