I find myself wingless, broken, and without cause. All I have is this blank spellbook and my life, both of which I owe to Ren Karth and Slaine Mac Doth. Before my great tragedy unfurled I was once a proud raptoran, or “winged elf” as the humans would say. My life-goal was divined as finding the Shadow Child, and my information gathering led me to the human lands. I found my wings brought me too much attention, and as such I used my magic to conceal them. Disguised as a mere human I traveled to the city of Ravensgard unaware of what would transpire.