Was fleeing from some Norman warriors and stumbled into a faerie ring. The next I ken, I was at an inn. From there went out onto the road and found myself near some docks in Crossing town. I was quite lost. Wandered around somewhat till one called Bions found me at the town green. He showed me the realms and helped to equip me to survive. Over the next period of time I was helped muchly by Cassi, Mir and some others who'd been pioneers of the Realms. When I first arrived, to find fifty folk wandering the Realms was to see a busy day. Then of a sudden, the gates opened wide and the realms was flooded with many, many new folk. From that time to this, I've helped new folk entering the realms. Recently I was accepted as a member in the Society that was founded many long years ago. I apologizes that this isn't a tale of marvels like some others, but I fear I'm just a simple man.