Gnomeregan. Last time I was there I was bumping around in mama's belly while she was running from poisonous fumes and crazy kinsmen. It was with dread I entered yesterday, with a thirst for revenge and a longing to see my beginnings.

It was far more horrendous than I could have imagined. Dark iron dwarves, leper gnomes, oozes, troggs, elementals, gnome technology gone bad...

Arrogant Driva thought she could do something to change things, where her entire race failed. I don't think I will see the world with the same eyes anymore.

Now Driva knows her origins.

What we would have done without Xéniá Driva can't say.

Brave warriors held out in the Clean Zone, where we all could rest a while and purge some of our gear from radioactive fallout.