Attempting to remember your past felt like grasping at elusive tendrils of mist. As far as you could discern, life began upon awakening on the frozen ground amidst a frenzied crowd escaping from a rebellion within the palace. The sole clue to your identity was a delicate golden necklace engraved with the words together in Waterdeep.

Seeking passage to the City of Splendors, you encountered obstacles when unable to produce the necessary paperwork and funds. Disheartened, as you turned to depart, a woman approaches you in a whisper.

“Look for a man named Astarion. He can assist you in obtaining what you seek.”