Eldrid

Kinslayer, that’s what he’d been called before he was cast out into the world with the expectation it would kill him. Eldrid didn’t mind, there was nothing in the world more willing to kill to stay alive than he was. He knows now that that’s not quite true, having found an equal in WuXian, something worthy of working and fighting for.

Beaten within inches of his life, Eldrid had prepared to die in the red earth of his goddess’s domain. He’d been an outcast mere months before for killing in the Plaguebringer’s name, having seen through the Gladekeeper’s beautiful lies of weakness being greater than the Plaguebringer’s strength. He was brought home for the same, when the lord of Flayer’s Rock had seen the runestone that held together his bag of herbs. Now serving as the fortress’s herbalist and poisoner, Eldrid knows he’s found a new and better home. He had slain the enemy to be exiled from them, these were his truest kin.