I stood there, staring at where the stranger had so recently stood, dumbfounded. Had he lead me to my death on some foreign world? Was his taking me here only to have me fall under the might of the undead and these 'Brilhado' he mentioned? These thoughts plagued me as I stood there, wondering what to do next. In a matter of moments, I had gone from watching the Vandarian army take over my home to being stranded in this cruel, desolate world. I reflected back on what it was the stranger had told me. "Your strength," the demon replied, "will be a great asset to us, Lord Darin."