Captured by the Ur Clans, our imminent death seemed certain. Was this to be the end of the Feast of Ardan? But the Ur clan lord knew of our work! A dog-eared, early edition of the Feast of Ardan was preserved in his treasure horde. He offered us a deal: Depict Grudi, his favorite Ur-wench, in our own style, and die a quick rather than slow death.
