when I was a young child my mother was sick this is the tale of her dream and how she inspired me. My mother sarah (Daughter of Fos the book maker) was a priest of Denier who worked in the house of knowledge. She was an Aspirant Priest. by the time I was born. But around when I was 8 She began to get sick and she just couldn’t get better. About two months before she died she sat me down and took out an atlas of Faerûn. And she began to tell me stories about all the places she and I would travel to after she got better. She showed me the route she planned to take and told me about all the places we would visit. She told me tales about Waterdeep and the vast dungeon beneath it. She told me tales about Baldur’s gate and it’s hidden treasures. But most importantly she shared with me her dream that one day the three of us would sail to Candlekeep and explore its library. How she would find some ancient tome. And it would lead us on a grand adventure.
The tale she spun for me that day has stayed with me throughout my life.