Ramun never did any wrong in his life, not in the eyes of the gods he held so close to his

heart.
He was a simple elf, who lived on Grinder's Row. He would wake up, long before the bells struck, and
he would do odd jobs for the Graverobber-Barons and the other lords and ladies. The work was hard,
sometimes, but he knew, that if he would work just an ounce harder, just an inch or so