Kace smiled, not waiting for Roland to reply to Elric. He had no desire to see the Ethorian Ego argue or try to prove himself superior again.

“I’ll share first. My name, for those that arrived after myself, is Karl Cilrok Ulvarsson, but you can call me Kace for short. My mother is Gisli of House Cilrok and my father is Ulvar Siggurdsson. I spent half of my life in Mindirion and half in Miraheim. I’ve only seen nineteen winters, nearing twenty. I suppose I was summoned here due to my experience in the Seven Month War, almost two years ago. You may have heard of it. A civil war waged over the Dwarven throne. My house led the loyalist forces, and I myself led a host of 5,000 that only saw two defeats. I lost many a childhood friend in battle, but by the end of the war, I was asked to negotiate the truce between the loyalist and rebel forces due to my half blooded heritage. Both parties saw me as relatively impartial. I like to think I did a good job as I secured the throne for our current king and there has been peace since.” 

Kace stared at the sails rippling in the wind, lost in his recollections as he spoke. 

“I keep to the faith of my father,” he touched the pendant of Isir around his neck, “but I respect the ideals and beliefs of all peoples.” He added, glancing at Duncan.

“And I’m not here for any of the rewards the monks mentioned. I’m here solely for the benefit of Aerion and for the honor of my family.” He looked around as he finished speaking, glancing at all of his companions in turn, waiting for either questions or someone else to share their story.