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About Kravar

Kravar was given to the Rook, one of a number of monasteries, at an early age. There was lessons. Ettiquette, philosophy, the barest foundations of knowledge. Menial tasks too, routine, to learn focus.
Time passed, and Kravar grew up. For all that courtesey was encouraged, Kravar got into petty squabbles. One of his peers in particular, a brown-feathered girl, Serela, had a mean streak, well concealed, but nonetheless present. She'd retaliate against those she felt had wronged her, always in ways that would not, had she been fully part of the Covenant, affect Balance to her detriment. It could be leaving tools on a dark floor, where she knew a yearmate would trip over it, or leaving a window open where rain would find a treasured letter. Kravar got angry with her, and they fought openly, always he the instigator. The masters held him up as an example of those heedless of the Balance, and he struggled with the disrepancy between the Balance, and good and evil. Good was not Right, and Wrong was not Evil.
Yet more time passed. He was Bound, and like many other young Bundna before him, new to the weight of their word, swore oaths. Some large, some small, nearly all of them foolish.
Most disastrous of all, he and three of his yearmates swore to leave the world better than they'd found it. That's what drove him to leave the monastery, and it's why he's in Moorside. He's walknig the world, trying to find places that he can improve on.
Many small creeks make a river, maybe.

Honestly, he's young and out of his depth.