Nubungki

Clouded have my dreams been of late. A face from my youth reappears time and again, leaving me with a heavy heart when I awake. I was around twenty years of age, he was just a babe. There were no signs that my future would lead me to be the Queen, but all the signs of this child’s birth pointed to a future of sorrow. So much joy before his birth, so much heartache after it. The child was born with a hole where one eye should be and the other eye pale as moonlight. The word no mother wants to hear. A nubungki - a dwarf child deformed from birth and exiled from the clan. A shame to the clan. They took the child, and she followed. I do not know if she found the child, I only know that years later she took the slayer oath. And now this child’s face comes in my dreams. What did we do? Were we wrong? High Priestess Berge tells me that Valaya is speaking to me through my dreams, that the child lives and cries for justice. You must help me |c, you must help right a wrong.

Queen Karga grieves over a babe who was cast out of the hold decades ago for the crime of being born deformed. She asks for justice, but there is little information to go off of other than that the child’s mother took the slayer oath. It is there the investigation can begin.