[color=fff79a]"Well... if you really must know... I had an apprentice by the name of Westley Stride, a half elf. He met his fate at the hands of a half-orc he was travelling with, and as such, he had lost his head. I've tried numerous different ways to... bring him back, but each and every attempt had been unsuccessful in keeping him around for more than a week at a time. I miss my student. There was so much more I could teach him..."[/color] Yashar trailed off, a tear falling from his eye. [color=fff79a]"I simply want my student back. Not as a slave, but as himself. As the half elf he was."[/color] Yashar's face turned to a set of armor in the corner, emblazoned with lavenders and reds, and adorned with multiple staves. 

[color=fff79a]"I am unable to leave this tower. The Protectorate had raised barriers to keep me here for my life when they caught wind of my attempts to claim the tome. This is why I ask you, mercenary. Fetch the tome for me, and help reunite me with my lost student."[/color]