and riches. Steel was my life and glory. Living by my sword and fighting to stay alive. I rebelled against the up bingins of my cousin Draconeous so he abandoned me to fight alone. Draconeous said "All but Dragons are evil. Don’t trust non-Dragons." I felt this was wrong. The turning point of my life was when I was injured and alone near death. Sitting there bleeding from a mortal wound I figure approached me. A human warrior named Eric found and saved me. I traveled with him for many years. In out travels we met a Elf named

Lavaan. He was the one who showed me the light. I learned of the enigma of steel. Steel is strong, flesh is stronger. Flesh is strength! Flesh is power! The strength and power of flesh! For what is steel compared to the hand that wields it?