"The beginning of this story is quite unexciting. My sister and I were born in Qadira, a place most unsuitable

"The beginning of this story is quite unexciting. My sister and I were born in Qadira, a place most unsuitable for tieflings. The people there honor the radiant Sarenrae, and think of themselves as guardians of the good. Of course, no one threw us in a dungeon right away or tried to kill us for no reason. But we could forget about social status. It's impossible to rise from rags in that country, where they value connections and reputation more than gold. Since birth, they looked on us as evil creatures, vicious and unpredictable."