On Toril, in the northwest of Faerûn, there was a city on the Sword Coast whose name was renowned across the continent: Waterdeep.
They said this port was the largest city in all of Faerûn. Its size, commerce, and military strength were unmatched. It was the undisputed overlord of Faerûn.
They said that beneath the port lay the remains of countless powerful creatures, and that many terrifying monsters still dwelled there. Among them, even a Dragon capable of breathing fire and incinerating an entire company of brave knights was nothing special.
They said the port welcomed not only merchants from across the vast seas, but also magical ships that could fly among the stars. Explorers and traders who commanded great magic traveled between planets, even between worlds, aboard these incredible vessels, earning in a single voyage more wealth than an ordinary rich man could amass in several lifetimes.
None of those tales had much to do with Pan Long. Unless the evil things hidden beneath Waterdeep suddenly lost their minds and swarmed out to become Experience Points for him, he had no interest in any of them.
Only two things interested him now.
First, acquiring a class that could cast the Resurrection Spell.
Second, gaining enough Experience Points to reach the level required to cast the Resurrection Spell.
That was why he had come to this famous port of Faerûn.
He did not head for the city's bustling districts. Instead, he went to Waterdeep's South Ward.
The South Ward handled loading, unloading, and other services for overland caravans, and provided basic lodging for poor newcomers to the city. Compared with the Dock Ward, whose business centered on ships, the people here were poorer, but the atmosphere was better.
After all, this place offered fewer "opportunities."
Whether one hoped to make