“Be careful for what you wish for Norrin Radd, you might just find it!?”

These where the last words of High Cleric Zenn-La as he embraced Norrin one last time as a father held a son he knows he will never see again, “I know you wish to find you mother and father, but do not expect them to be as good a soul as yourself!”

Norrin nodded … he knew the High Cleric spoke words of wisdom, but having been abandoned at the doors of this small monastery during the Last War on the very far fringes of Thrane, his desire to find out where he came from, why he was left and who his family where drove him to seek the truth.  All he had was the shield his father had left him in, which had a three-eyed Couatl engraved on the inside of it.  What this symbolised as a family shield or heirloom, many had tried to discover, but none had returned with any answers … now was the time for Norrin to seek the truth himself!

Now a young Paladin of the Silver Flame, Norrin left the only home he knew and for over two years he had travelled the vast lands of Aundair, Thrane, Breland and Zilargo within Khorvaire, displaying the engraving to any and all that would look, with no luck.  He searched the many ancient archives of the Silver Flame churches, forever seeking a sign, forever hoping ... preying each night for divine intervention to help him in his plight!

And so he came to Sharn, the great City of Towers!  What a sight to see … floating plateaus with walled towers and flying airships driven by elementals; inhabited by the scum of the earth and all crammed within its many high walls.  Maybe here he could seek guidance, maybe here was one who could help?