The year is 1374 DR. Sixteen years have passed since the Time of Troubles, when the gods were made humble, and forced to wander the Realms as mortals. With the ascension of the mad god Cyric, Prince of Lies, and the recent return of the tyrant god Bane, Lord of Darkness, the future of Faerûn seems increasingly uncertain. It falls to bold individuals who possess an abundance of cunning, might, and determination to shape the future... should they be up to the challenge.

The late morning's light seeps through the curtains of your room at the Phantom Knight Inn, gently stirring you from your slumber. As of late, the sun has not been so cruel to your eyes as it was in recent memory; a sure sign that you are growing accustomed to life here on the surface. You feel as though it was only yesterday that you abandoned your life as Jezyrene of House Delyl, yet it is a certain thing that time has passed you by over the duration of your travels. Counting the days has not been a priority of yours, although you reckon that your quest began in the middle of the summer season - and now, you are at the cusp of autumn.

Lazily, you roll out of bed and don your toga, its peculiar surface fabric alleged to be both durable and soft - at least the latter seems to hold true. It is a shame to be up and about at such an early hour on the very day that you have the chance to sleep in a bed, but you've a task ahead of you which you cannot afford to delay. Securing your weapon to your waist, you finish by throwing the hood of your cloak over your head and depart, choosing to leave most of your effects at the inn for the time being.

You suspect that you will be on your feet most of the day.