You come across what seems to be a somewhat regular middle-aged duergar, minus the spiky armor. His demeanour might occasionally be very unusual for one of his kind, as he often seems to be wary of something or someone.....

Having left his delightful 'home' behind, driven into this strange new world of lights, sounds and fresh air (excluding Sinifer of course), he now roams the streets and villages, looking for work or at worst digging in the garbage cans for his daily sustenance. The voices inside his head have let go some, but he still occasionally wakes up from underneath whichever bench or cart he has found for the purpose, sweating and shivering, staring at the burnmarks on his hands, hearing that familiar cacophony of jeering cackles and fanatical threats in his mind.....

"Coward....."



//Find out more through RP, lights and such as well.