Long ago I slew a single pixie, and was pleased. But what to do with
this corpse? I had no clue. However, I learned of a rivalry between the
Pixies and Imps, and so I set out on my quest to discover the home of
the imps. In there I did wander, until I found the Imp King, who
informed me that he paid for corpses of pixies - such as the one I was
carrying. At that time a new quest began for me - to slay every pixie
there was and give it to the Imp King. Or maybe it's Imp Lord, I forget.

Sadly I could not finish my quest, as the ogres decided I was too strong
for Minia.

Many others have embarked on other quests since then, such as finding
the Executioner's hood whenever he loses it (though I think he plants
it, in an effort to meet people). At one time the great scholar Teneb
sent people on a quest to search for books detailing Planar Physics so
thathe may enact a ritual, one whose nature escapes me.

The point to this story is that there are those of us whom embark on
such quests, usually for personal gain. And to that end have I started a
new organization, the Questor's Party.

The mission of the QP is to unite those whom find their own quests to do
as a hobby, be it returning a lost umbrella, or convincing a pig to
follow you around and aid you in combat. We will of course require a
clan for better communication to discuss our exploits, though there is a
far more sinister purpose. We will teach no one what we have done.
Knowledge will be destroyed, and any who ask "where do I take this key?"
will be ignored. The quests are ours, and ours alone.

No matter your guild, city, or alignment, the Questor's Party inducts
you as "one of us" under approval from all members, based not on you as
a person but your merit as a professional questor. Amateurs will also be
turned down - we are not teachers, we are business partners.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Phaestian, in the year 295 AF.