As scribed by the All-Seeing, All-Watching Librarian.
In the largest cities, there lies tiny moments of happiness. And in the smallest towns, there also lies the greatest of tragedies. After tensions between the Lord and Lady of Farshade and the townsfolk reached a boiling point, peasants stormed the manor, killing the Lord and Lady violently. In another twist of fate, the young heir, Marlos Urnrayle, erupted into blind violence and bludgeoned thirty commoners to death, while the rest fled the town, never to return. As Master Urnrayle does not remember this event, the only surviving records are reports from local guards at the time, eyewitness testimony, and myself.