Neither the past nor the future can escape his gaze. Some say he can even influence fate.

A common peasant who decided to trade the fields and plow for the battlefield and a club. Not much of a warrior.

He has seen much in his lifetime. Thus, he does not rush into attack, preferring to 'play defensively'.'

Someone has to test the guild's new potions, and it's best done in battle.

Once, he snuck into a besieged fortress and poisoned the well, leading to the capture of Wardlow Fortress without a fight.

The recipes for her potions have been passed down through generations, having restored many a brave warrior.

If you ever wonder 'Why burn corpses?' - I suggest you look into his kind eyes.

In the world of the undead, such as he might be called doctors. After all, they too bring back to life. Well, almost.