He was a traitor to his own race. He was dishonored, comdemned, stripped of dignity and home. He was a manifestation of shame, an embodiment of disgrace. Why has he chosen the path? Why did he point his blade towards the ones who fed him, nurtured him, taught him and raised him? Why point it towards the ones who put that exact blade in his hand? I asked him once, when he had defeated me in combat and yet spared my life. His answer was, 'should I allow my people to commit the atrocity they are trying to accomplish, I will be bringing even more shame to my and my people's name. Whether they recognize my effort for its true nature is irrelvant.' Ha, such grand words from a killer. Still, my boy, he did what he set out to do. The world today is not possible if it was not for him. He is a hero. But at what cost? If you ever have the chance to be a hero, my boy. Walk away. Let somebody else take the esteemed role. This old man would rather you live a happy life and die in peace than to become a legend entrenched deeply within misery. The fae... He was not happy at all. Not for a moment.