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He remembers running away. He was a third-circle wizard at the Worldwound. Combat caster. He remembers becoming a heretic and defecting.
Conrad doesn't mind someone who demands he give fealty to them. Everyone, everywhere, is beholden to someone. There is always someone bigger, always someone more powerful. You can't escape that. And he agreed with a lot of what the Asmodean church taught. Indeed, he was even thought of as someone quite devout and observant.
He thought that the pursuit of power was virtuous and proper. He's not any good at exerting power over people, unless you count intimidating them – which he realized isn't a guaranteed solution later – so he focused on exerting power over himself and the things around him. He thought that Asmodeus would value that – isn't a more powerful servant a more valuable one? And yes, he's bad at politics, but he can perform violence, and violence is the soil from which tyranny can grow.
It was when he realized that Asmodeus preferred keeping people weak that he decided he had to leave. There was absolutely no way he could wrap his mind around that. It was simply too contrary to his nature to internalize.
He died while defecting. Security got to him. He distinctly remembers the fireball blooming beside him. He touches his face and body and clothes and items: they're all still intact. He still has his bonded item, a shrinking greatsword +1, in its reduced form, and his spellbook. His two more prized possessions. And his Chelish cold-weather military uniform, which he should probably get rid of. And most importantly, his unharmed body.
Where is he?
