Amber City

Port Tyler.

Dressed in fitted animal hides, Soren stepped down from the deck. To keep divination from interfering with his plans, he had fabricated a past that divination could uncover. He was a hunter from near Cormanthor who had ventured to the Overseas Islands in pursuit of wealth and single-handedly killed a wyvern. As a warrior who also worked as a ranger, Soren had actually done all those things before traveling from Port Nyanzaru to Port Tyler.

He had no choice!

Soren had no idea whether Malar's followers included spellcasters skilled in divination. If someone cast a divination spell on him, seeing nothing would arouse suspicion, but seeing too much would do the same. Better to give them something to see. That way, even if a deity used divination on him, unless the gap in their power was too great, they would see only what Soren wanted them to see.

His name was now Soros.

To make the disguise airtight, Soren had even learned the accent spoken around Cormanthor.

Port Tyler bustled with activity.

Soren's arrival drew no attention. He looked like a wandering adventurer, and with the wealth flowing along the overseas routes growing ever more astonishing, there were plenty of adventurers with backgrounds like the one he had assumed. His fierce bearing discouraged anyone from bothering him. At the sight of the powerful bow on his back, many people took another look at their own chances. If he was going to disguise himself, he had to do it thoroughly. His main weapon was now a +2 extraordinary powerful bow, while a +3 extraordinary boning knife served him in close combat.

By any measure, he was a formidable high-level adventurer.

To disrupt any attempt to trace him through divination, Soren also visited the Temple of the Sea and made