from the Journal of Carasel Childermass It had been a mistake to stay with the group. In retrospect, I should have bowed of graciously; made some excuse about a prior engagement. All the signs had been there, after all. At this time in my life, Ragefire Chasm was not a place to be taken lightly. The creatures there were said to be a tougher, hardier stock than their bretheren found elsewhere. "Elite" was how some had referred to them. A certain level of training was required before you could safely venture inside, and then only in numbers. And "safely" was always such a pejorative term.