Gather round, adventurers, and let me tell you a tale: A tale of friends, of sacrifice and of honour
Let me tell you of those who saved this land and all who dwell within it from tyranny and from suffering, from a ruler who's evil cannot begin to be measured
Let me tell you of the land of Faerûn and of a small band of heroes, without whom, we'd likely have never been born…
"The weapons are nearly ready, master" grunted the gruff voice
"Excellent work, Brutus, you serve me well. There is a firm place for you by my side when I take over the lands" replied the old man, without turning from the window
"I live to serve" replied the beast as it stood in the doorway, waiting for it's next order
The old man took a deep breath of midnight air and turned his wizened face to the Minotaur standing in the shadows. His grey beard and bald head silhouetted by the moonlight streaming in from the glassless window behind him. "Has the Red Wizard returned?"
"Yes my lord, he awaits your command in the courtyard, below"
"Hmm, that must have been who I saw arrive earlier, then"
"Indeed, my lord. What would you have me tell him?"
"He may have a night's rest. I wish to see him at dawn in this room, though. You may also retire for the night – I will not need you unless, there are any other messages?"
"Only those that I have told you, my lord"
"Very well then" he said, casually, as he turned back to the window. "Upon second thought, have the Master Runecaster come to me, then you may retire. You may go"
"At once, my lord. Thank you, my lord" grunted the Minotaur as it turned and went back out of the door and thumped its way down the stone stairs
"It is nearly ready…" whispered the man as he smiled. "Nearly ready…"
