Emigration

"I think you are just the sort of person my faction is looking for, how about becoming an immigrant success story in the Empire," The dark elf said pulling me up. All I said in reply was "Fuck it". I looked at the rubble and realized there was nothing I could salvage. The dark elf handed me some pants and even pretended not to look as I slipped them on. We made our way into the diplomatic district by moving slowly between shadows. When we got to the Dark Empire's embassy we didn't go in the front door, instead, we went through what looked like a solid wall. Once inside the elf had me fill out paperwork for refugee immigration into the Empire which I found somehow very funny indeed. They did give me new clothes although they were a bit well dark for my tastes although I am not sure what I really expected. When it got to the sponsor section on the application the dark elf took it and wrote Zoe. With that my application was taken away before I was quickly issued papers and a refugee recovering loan.

Zoe left me to be teleported to the Empires capital the creatively titles Dominion but left me with some parting words of advice "You succeeded here because you sold something everyone needed and did it better than anyone else. In Dominion there are many such potion sellers across the city, many were inspired by your success and copied you here, you would do well to sell something else everyone wants."

With that, I left the light behind