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About Witness to Change

This stocky, muscular Dwarf wears rigid hide and scale armor across his shoulders, arms, and lower body. His elaborately braided beard trails over the intricate tattoo of a tree that covers his chest. The robustness of his body is in direct contrast to the ropy scars that cover his withered-looking arms.

Witness is somewhat a legend around the Null Zone, and to the younger human guards and soldiers he was as immovable and unchangeable a sight as the Zone itself, the strangeness of a dwarf that can talk to trees worn down to normality by sheer weight of years. He's been researching the Zone and it's effects on the nearby environment for almost as long as he can remember - certainly for the last 160 years or so, which means that he's seen three generations of the younger races come and go from his forest shack. Before that, Witness figures that the descending warhammer that is his earliest clear memory must have scrambled his brains a bit - the dim and confused memories that precede that event usually don't make any sense and some (such as vaguely recalling being present at the groundbreaking of Royalton) are impossible.

The last 50 years of observation have provided no new data, so Witness finally decided that it was time to do a little exploring. Thinking perhaps to see if he could track rumors of Zone-like activity in other, desolate places of the world, he traveled to Startville and set about gathering supplies. His canny eye for purchases and obvious skill attracted the wrong kind of attention, however, and he found himself on a drow slaving cart, watching the cave ceilings roll by through eyes paralyzed open by crossbow poison. During the past few weeks of working in the mushroom fields, Witness gradually dug a pretty good size hole in the soft compost and then hid in it, popping up later and planning to escape.