Zefyxl was weak and had to be discarded. The boy had a cough that could
not be stopped, and that was a liability. Thus the discard. He was alone,
but he was a survivor. Homeless and vagrant, he traveled from place to
place in search of a cure, but none was to be found. He learned to trust
himself and to be wary of others until trust was earned. It was good to be
wary. It suited him.
II. His Beginning by Those in the Know
Zefyxl was strong and had to be punished. The boy needed an ailment that
would keep him weak because he was a liability. Thus the punishment. He
was a survivor, so he must be made to do it alone. Let him travel from
place to place in search of a cure that would never be found as a homeless
vagrant. Let him be wary of others and have nobody to trust but himself.
Let him think it is a good thing. It will suit him.
III. His Beginning by One Who Allows Others to Think They Know
Zefyxl must accomplish his purpose. The others must think him a
liability in need of an ailment so he may be set upon the correct path.
Thus the ailment. He must learn to survive while alone. He must travel
from place to place so that he may reach the correct destination. He must
learn to trust himself so that he may learn when to trust others. His
impeccable discernment is everything. It will suit me.
Description:
The figure before you is tall and unnaturally slender. The thin arms and
legs appear gaunt to the point of illness, and the dark skin, white hair,
and lithe figure unmistakably mark him as drow. His long white hair is
pulled back neatly in a ponytail with a fine silk cord and dangles more than
halfway down his back. Almond-shaped eyes the color of lilacs, or perhaps a
shade darker, cast about with a potent fervor. His delicate lips hint at a
smile, as if he knows something that you do not. The look is spoiled,
however, by a smear of blood just above his upper lip.
