Greetings, fellow human, how do you be? My name be Mathew. I be a scholar. What troubles these folks you say? Well it's a sad state of affairs these days. No one's been allowed out but Wanderers since the Tremors. The ruler here's name be Thayd Irum. I know, I know, same name as the God of the Desert. Man probably be considering himself a god. Pompous fool. Oh, yes, he also be having stringent rules. Almost all punishments be death. Needless to say, the Guardians have it out for him. Guardians? If you want to know about them, ask that man over there. Oh never mind, he be departing. Well anyway, to put it bluntly, the people be tired. Poverty reigns here. As does villainy. If there's one thing I can say to you, it be stay away from the peacekeepers. And the fanatics. Remember you never met me.

Walk over to the Blacksmith
Go and talk to the Bladedancer
Walk over to the Wanderer
Back out to the first gate