R.I.P. Borgakh the Steel Heart! I convinced you to leave your people and a looming arranged marriage to come along and adventure with me. You kicked much ass, complimenting my archer assassin self with your bludgeony prowess. That is, until we found Sunderstone Gorge. We rounded a corner and took a face full of inferno from, like, 6 high-level wizards. I retreated, healed, and picked them off one by one…when they were all dispatched and I came back to the spot where the fracas began, you were dead. Dead!
It felt a bit disrespectful to leave you lying there in your undies, but the dragonplate armor you were wearing was enchanted, so, you know.