Stanimir told the party the following story at the Tser Pool Encampment.
"We come from an ancient land whose name is long forgotten now...a land of kings.... Our enemies forced us from our homes, and now our people wander the lost roads.
One night, a wounded soldier staggered into our camp and collapsed. We nursed his terrible injury and quenched his thirst with wine. He survived. When we asked him who he was, he wouldn't say. All he wanted was to return home, but we were deep in the land of his enemies. We took him as one of our own and followed him back toward his homeland. His enemies hunted him. They said he was..a prince, yet we didn't give him up, even when their assassins fell upon us like wolves.
This man of royal blood fought to protect us, as we protected him. We bore him safely to his home, and he thanked us. He said to us, 'I owe you my life. Stay as long as you wish, leave when you choose, and know that you will always be safe here.'
The man that our forefather knew... is no longer the same man he is today, some say he has turned into a tyrant. Now, only we alone have the power to leave his domain, and the protection to travel within it. That is my family's story."