The Mosquito Comments on self
They call me the Mosquito. I have been a mercenary, a Sentinel, and a marshal. Now I walk among the Caretakers, carrying the history of each turn in my road.
Necrovion belongs to my beginnings. My first oath was to the Shades, and I have returned to examine that connection with greater patience than I once possessed.
Marind Bell also shaped me. I served the Knights with pride and remain responsible for my deeds beneath their name. Leaving has given me much to consider about loyalty, purpose, and the weight of an oath.
I travel with Coinwake, whose shifting form bears enough gold to tempt careless fingers. Admire him freely. Ask before touching.
An old mosquito still has curiosity, a little humor, and enough persistence to remain troublesome.
