For those who can not venture forth

Life for illithid is not as glamorous as it may appear from the outside. Those caves are just as dark, just as cold as they have been on your previous travels through them. Once in a generation, an albino illithid is born. Fortunately, this time it occurred as the son of a well to do member of the hive, if such a thing exists. Still, life was relatively uneventful, except for the mindpool. Year after year, living amongst your brothers and sisters, emerging and hoping each time one of them would come on land as well. This is what makes my life of exploration so gratifying. To walk each day through the world, instead of dreaming of life outside a pond. I walk towards the furthest expanses I can, for my million brothers and sisters still living in the Underdark. Upon arriving in Timaran, he was brought in by a religious family. Sorcerors. Were their ways foreign? Yes. Did life suddenly involve crystals and spells and runes? Absolutely. Still, grateful for a warm bed and a full belly, the young adept began to embrace the spellbooks, the rumors of lands uncharted, the secrets Serin was waiting to unfold to them.