Vago's Stronghold

    Greetings fellow wayfarers, travellers and seekers of adventure!  Some may 
  have already noticed the rather battered looking little mountain stronghold 
   
  outside Wayhaven.  I would like to offer my warning against trespassing
  there with a faint heart or weak stomach.  It is the lair of a wretched old
  sorcerer by the name of Vago.  Until not long ago, he had secreted the
  whole place (along with me and his other innocent captives) away in an
  astral pocket.  I am now told that in fact this happened several thousand
  years ago, by your reckoning.  Fortunately for me, it felt like much less
  to those within! Even a month is more time than a humble bard should have
  to spend in such depraved company.
 
    In any event, at the time of my escape from the place Vago was engaged in
  a sorcerous duel with a powerful dragon/human/fae woman with whom I am
  somewhat acquainted (just how that lineage came to be is perhaps the one
  story I was never able to get out of her).  I expect at this point that
  Vago is quite thoroughly dead (or perhaps worse, she holds a terrible
  grudge and is rather jealous over me).  I leave now for distant lands,
  for I must see what became of my home, if only to laugh over some now
  ancient gravestones and perhaps toss fruit at a monument or two.
 
 
    Fair days to all, particularly any of you who are my descendants (and I
  expect those are many).
 
  	-Rahal Blake, Balladeer