The Preacher of Agaduun

I was born in Agaduun the son of a taylor and a blacksmith. Nobody expected that I would want to turn my attention to preaching, since I was a very loud and obnoxious child. But about at the age of eleven, the spirit visited me, and I became quiet and pious. The change did, of course, not go unnoticed, and after a few weeks, the village elder stood in front of our door and declared I had been chosen to visit the Gods in the mountains of Hamzaran.

You will never be able to imagine how I screamed that night, my dear disciple.

This is to teach you that you should not be afraid of screaming.