My path has lead me to Khador. I have walked for years and found little of consequence, but I feel something stirring now in my soul. Perhaps Khador is the land of snow in my dreams. Though the capitol is not beset by blizzards as was the place in my vision, surely I can find answers there. Besides, there reside the notorious Dogcatchers – and where better can an outsider like myself find a place than in the midst of more outsiders? If they have found acceptance in Khador, then perhaps I can as well. I have only one way to find out. Korsk awaits!