Who am I? I wish I knew, I've been searching for the answer to that question for most of my life.
The stories say I was found drifting amid the wreakage of the Crimson Plague, one of the bloodiest ships to ever sail these seas. If true, how and why was a babe aboard such a ship?
What I do know is I grew up a cabin boy on the Maiden of Mists. Yep, that's the ship that was torn up by a typhoon about seven years ago right in the middle of the harbor.
Since that day, I've been labled nothing but bad luck. Found drifting alone in the wreckage of a ship for the second time, and yet a let of a bare twelve years. Not being daft, I ran inland. A lad with that kind of luck attached to his name is looking for a shiv in the back.
I'm no lad these days, and I'm tired of drifting aimlessly. I've spent years studying the arts acane and damned if I'm going to keep hiding for the rest of my life. This good forsaken town is as good as anyplace else to start making my mark in the world.
