[ he narrows his eyes, straightening up and lifting his chin. ] My name is Imron Gauthfallow, and what Archerus stole from me wasn't mere art.

I hail from Faerun, where I studied extensively the wizarding arts. My style is unique in that I have discovered a way to combine my arcane talents with my artistry to enhance the viewing experience - something that gave me a distinct edge over the local ... competition. [ he sneers ] I showed the people of this world sights and exotic creatures from beyond it that surpassed their wildest imagination.

Archerus [ he scowls the name ] began presenting works to nearby galleries that were not merely copies of my originals, but copies of those that had not seen the light of day in public. He'd somehow stolen ideas from my works in progress, and passed them off as his own.

It seemed that my own servant, one who I had bent over backwards for, treated as my own family, betrayed me to that fool.