He was quietly assured and kept to himself, socializing if he felt such information would further his cause. His destiny far greater than being here to propagate, befriending those instead of a kindred Soul. A warrior honed whose skills came from many past lives, tempered with intelligence. Life was an ongoing mystery of which many were blind. Many secrets he held and his reasons his own, hiding instead behind the skills of a bard.

Those of Good and those of Evil were evenly matched in skill, such chosen in how they were used. While Good worked in the background, unseen, unless needed otherwise, Evil would flaunt in the open calling to the blinded sheep to follow, saying "see, we are the all powerful."

Those with true sight knew better and their path much harder gained but the rewards in the end were greater than even one's imagination could render. "Choice" is the gift given all, so it is up to the individual to choose wisely to follow the instincts of one's heart, mind and Soul, than following a crowd blindly.