Camped here in the Howling Peaks, secretly hiding away in the shadows, I decided it'd be a great idea to start writing some stuff down.

My name, by the way, is Wyllium Haversack. I'm an up and coming adventurer, one of the best in the biz at the moment, folks'll tell you as much, trying to start up an adventuring company to do jobs all across Faerun. The Company is gonna be named after the vessel me and my crew forst travelled on, The Wilona, with the Company going by the name of The Company of Wilona's Sails. Catchy, but I still think it should have been named after me.

But yeah, I'm camping with unknowing goblins. It's not the most luxurious job, but you gotta get famous somehow, and everything needs a start. It's not like anyone but my crew believes the tales I tell anyway, even though they're true, but I might get into those later.

I keep talking about my crew, and never get around to naming them. Our crew, in the beginning, consisted of myself, my once-enemy-now-companion Apillini Fadden, a human bard, of sorts, with a hot temper and no qualms about speaking her mind, the halfling warrior, Theillik Riphouduso, who's definitely more brawn than brains, the gnomish druid Shamus, one of the weirdest druids I've ever met, the human cleric Krassius, who's just plain crazy sometimes, the moon elf ranger Fei-Long, who usually ended up being the calming member of the group, and Wilona, the female gnome for whom the ship was named for, and the first gnome woman I'd ever seen with a beard...

Looks like the sun's coming up. Now that I got a chance to high-tail it, I'm not gonna waste it. I may write in this thing again, soon.