"It started to rain. We did not think much of it at first for it rains all the time; such is the will of Tunare. However, it quickly developed into something much more than simple rain. The kind of storm that tears at your soul as strongly as it tears at your clothing. We were all soaked through within seconds, weighted down by water and unable to see anything before us. Everyone knows the woods of Greater Faydark like the faces of our mothers, but that night we were lost, hopelessly so. Branches and leaves torn from trees obscured every path and swatted us as they fell. We were about ready to give up and just huddle together until the storm passed, knowing that we might not make it to the end. The cold seeped to the core of our being and we shivered, praying for an end. Your grandfather refused to give up, however, it was he that led us out of that storm and allowed me to tell you this tale today. Stumbling blindly, he came upon a tree and managed to coax a few sprites from within, despite the rain, they came to our aid, perhaps sympathizing with our plight. They lit a way through the woods and guided by your grandfather and that handful of sprites, we finally found Kelethin and the warmth of our own homes. That is how your grandfather Raland became known as the Pathlighter."
