Vordr

He was one of the first to see the Brotherhood for what it TRULY was.

Broken children. Damaged children. Children who had nowhere else to go. Children who, instead of learning compassion learned violence. Children who met others with striking blows and taking what they could.

It was unfortunate. So unfortunate. FrostBite was truly a cunning leader, creating th is loyal cult by brainwashing them at such an early age.

...

"You're crazy" The Spiral blinked at him. "Absolutely NUTS! You're going to JOIN them???"

"Well. Yes. I suppose I am." Vordr agreed after careful thought. "Those Children don't trust outsiders. If we are ever going to fix this, it needs to be from the inside-out, not from the outside-in."

"Friend, I could understand if you were to say. Spy, and give us information on FrostBite's whereabouts. But you're talking about being wholesale all-in, raiding and plundering with the worst of them to... What, be their friends??" The spiral shook his head. "I'm sorry. I can't abide by that. For whatever reason you're doing it, you're gonna be at the wrong end of the battle."

"Sorry you see it that way." Vordr clasped on his white cloak. "But I guess that's where we're different. We only have one enemy here, and that's Frostbite. I firmly believe his followers can be saved. And I'm going to save them."