A voice from past, a mouthful of unforgiving secrets. The lone traveler

stops mid-step and sighs, resigned to their fate. A blade is unsheathed, a

crossbow is cocked, and the next instant the traveler lies dead upon the

ground. Their vengeance is complete, and Retribution returns to their

derelict halls.

Little is known about Retribution, but a few grizzled drunks are heard to

tell a tale about a fearsome collection of outcasts who dispense their own

brand of justice across the lands of Andolor.