So, there you were, completely content in your mundane doings, one fine mornng in early Asmodae, when a small gnomish monk appeared at your door with a letter for you. He handed you the missive, and, without waiting for a reply, vanished back into the mists from which he'd come. Looking around questioningly to see if anyone else had noticed this unusual event, you opened the letter:

Now, it wasn't as though you were an awful person, but you'd always been at least a bit of a social misfit, and the idea that a god needed your help was just preposterous. You peered into the map case again while contemplating whether this was all an elaborate joke, and discovered three maps, each detailing some part of your route:

Golgotha
Golgotha : County Amber : Kentlake Barony
Golgotha : County Amber : Kentlake Barony : North Glassridge

Well, you thought, pulling on your boots as you studied the maps, if it was all a prank, they'd be laughing anyway, and at least no one here would miss you. You packed your bag, and set out that night, Asmodae 4, Second Year of the Donkey, in the reign of King Calomar.