In the pit of my own despair, I stumbled upon what looked like a small, metal figurine that slightly resembled myself. At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, but I began hearing faint sounds eminating from within the figure. It told me of my failings in life, and of the wrongs I have commited against my ex-guild brothers and sisters, of the Sentaari and the Kharon, against my Order, Daedalus' Order, and against my fellow citizens, of Ashtan. As I groped about in the darkness, searching for a way to escape this verbal attack, my tiny likeness told me of my lack of dedication, and my fickle attitude towards people, and for the first time in my exsistence I realized that I was not who I thought I was.
Being adopted by the Kharon as a boy, and not knowing my parents gave me a sick sense of what it was to be part of something, something real and good. The past, I could not escape. The present, I could not ignore. And for the future, there was no hope...unless I changed my ways, I could never find my way out of this pit. It was not a pit such as in Azdun, but a pit of my own creation. This metaphoric pit was keeping me from becoming the man that I should be, the man I am striving to be. As these revelations were conceieved in my head, the figurine began changing. It looked older and down-trodden, but content and fulfilled. Although it's body was dirty and worn, it had a clean soul, a clear conscience, and a strong character.
All of a sudden, a light began eminating from within the figure. A redeeming light that gave me a goal to strive for, a torch of healing, if you will. I began using this radiating figurine as a light to guide my footsteps through the unconquerable darkness that pervades the pit. I concluded that I would travel to the far corners of the lands and beyond, learning about the people and about myself. All the while being molded by their teachings and virtues, into the man that the figurine gave me a glimpse of.
For a man of my particular dilemma, one must cast off such things as Guild, Order, and City, to find one's purpose in this vast world we abide in. But fear not, my friends (and enemies), for I shall roam Sapience and discover who I am, all the while returning to this region to see what issues and events are being delt with each day. I shall not abandon you all in spirit any more than I have already in my actions.
Sorrowfully,
Dave, The Outcast

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Aeguary, in the year 216 AF.