Dyylon was born..... in fire. Those are his earliest memories. Fire. Burning bright, crackling in harmony with screams of mingled rage and fear. Even now, years later, he can smell the pain. The terror. The burlap. Ah yes, the burlap. Doesn't seem to fit but there it is. What can one do. Of course, burlap is associated with safety in the hidden mind. Perfectly understandable... 2 days later after bidding his adoptive father farewell; a young troll named Dyylon took the first step toward his destiny. A step through a shimmering mage portal to the Undercity......