A simply story

Skagren was your typical Duergar living within the Underdark, toiling away at whatever tasks were ordered of him. Day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year. This was all he knew, this was what he had been bred for. Many years passed in such a monotonous way until the day came when he broke through. Mining for weeks, Skagren unintentionally opened a hole that lead to the surface world. Being the only Duergar around at the time, Skagren decided he had enough toiling to last several life times and he took the opportunity presented before him and left the Underdark. Skagren traveled for many days and many nights, but ultimately reached a city that rivaled those of the Underdark. Not knowing where he was or what race the city belonged to, Skagren kept his distance for some time. It wasnt until the second week that he realized he was being watched. Not too far off, some form of evil knight was astride a flaming stallion. Weary, Skagren kept an eye on the evil knight as it approached him. The evil knight spoke to Skagren in the Duergar language, which was even more astounding than it being on a giant flaming horse. He told Skagren that should he seek power, riches, and pleasure, that he had to luck no further than the easternmost city. Shortly afterwards he left Skagren alone. Not knowing anything about the surface world, he decided his best interest was to take the strangers advice and made his way to the city of shadow where he would find his future.