Marduzi is swiftly becoming one of the most well known faces in the Varisian communities of Korvosa. When he was much younger, his extreme attractiveness had left how loved, admired, but most notably ostracized when he was younger because he was so notably strange in personality. He always had a level of maturity his peers never had, and even when he tried to make friends, he would always do TOO good of a job and be accused of thieving people's friends.
Never his intent, he jumped at the chance of friendship that was offered to him by a group of Sczarni drug users. It was only months later that his parents found out about his new “friends” and attempted to put a stop to it. Thanks to them, he did leave this group but not after his father sustained a gruesome injury leg injury when the dealer who serviced Marduzi's pals arrived at his family's home with a message from Lamm. That message was an assassination attempt or at least a severe assault, in the young aasimar's mind.
To try and protect the young man, his whole family left their housing in the merchant class of Korvosa to move out among the Varisian caravans, claiming it as “doctor's orders” for Marduzi's addiction recovery and his father's leg injury.
His first night out among fresh air, Marduzi spoke with a Varisian fortuneteller who spoke of a bright future for him, guided by the mother of stars and travel. That the night would be his blanket, even when all else had crumbled to the dust that made the long road of life, Desna's great love would still be there to guide one of the children of the stars. When the reading came to an end, Marduzi slept a sleep that was only rivaled by what babes are capable of: with no fear or hurt in his heart.
The days grew longer as spring turned to summer, and each day, he began to see that things were becoming strange. He was hearing voices of people who weren't there, or who had passed years before. Objects were moved, when no one could have been there to move them. Another reading was requested, and at the end of the reading, it was determined: he had truly caught the eye of Desna. There was no teaching him of his talents, so said the caravan elder. He was simply to be given space to practice and prepare, for the goddess of night had chosen him for great things. Things beyond the church's allowances.
Unfortunately, for the young man, his chance at Lamm will likely never come. His parents, to protect both his physically weakened form and his mind, have sent him away to the far distant mountain town of Maheto for recovery, under the supervision of the church of Cayden Cailean (the only people the Varisian parents trust to help someone beat addiction).
His parents have paid his housing in advance, so now it is simply a matter of making a place in this cold new land.
