"But nothing works out as one plans. – She hurried off to warn her friends, and fell into the hands of the Cul

"But nothing works out as one plans. – She hurried off to warn her friends, and fell into the hands of the Cult of the Dawnflower. Her disguise was unmasked, and with it, my own as well. Oh, sands and skies, I can't imagine the rage my noble patron felt! His aasimar confidant turned out to be a treacherous tiefling. I had no interest in learning how far he'd go in his rage, and immediately set off to flee. Alas – as soon as they found out what happened, the remaining members of a cult of daemon worshippers, who I'd once helped to disperse, quickly tracked me down. They summoned a soul eater, who cut my life short. And my story was at its end."