When The Inquisitor had gained power, I had tried to help my fellow Agents of Balance to correct and check his attempts to oppress the Dark. Agents started dying in accidents. Some were "no longer with the Agency." We had been infiltrated, and the few of us that had remained had fled. We had been forced to scatter. Surely they couldn't catch us all... But we never met up at the rendezvous point. I was the only one who made it.
Now, the wind blew gently through Sanctuary, my name for a vibrant glen that I had tended to for a very long time. It was my secret garden, a magnificent clearing big enough for a small army to rest comfortably. The air was sweet with the scent of rich soil, green things and the perfume of flowers.
This was my last bastion. My magic was woven into the borders of my glen, preventing everyone from finding it. Everyone... except for myself. But I couldn't stay hidden here for the rest of my life. As an Agent of Balance, I had to right the wrongs committed by the Lig