"long ago in a time almost forgotten, my clan lived in peace with a race of small beings who called them selves mortals in our presence. we tried to convince them that we were mortal as well, but they would not hear of it so we gave up. these mortals were very loyal and many heroes in there home land, they could handle magic like no other being ever could. they wove magic into trinkets that could see leagues away ,scepters that could heal deep cuts with a touch, and idols that could bend the will of a demon with a thought. they gave these trinkets to us as tribute as a sign of loyalty. they taught us how to make totems and forged us weapons willingly."