Tsolaes opened his eyes, blinking at the moonlight. The spires surrounded him, and he knew he had gone back to Norrath somehow.

His spirit has been lost for so long, and the guild he'd joined was not around anymore. The world of Norrath had changed a lot in a year. He took the first boat out of Faydwar and headed for Freeport, so that he might see what had become of the Militia he was once a part of.

The humans did not take kindly to him, especially the Militia. They demanded the Reserve Tunic he had earned, and he refused to give it back. A brawl ensued, and he was tossed out of the city. He spent a long time out in the Commonlands, recalling his past with Azra. He also learned new ways to get in touch with his animal spirits.

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