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Wherever he wandered, Bedwyr felt a terrible bleakness in his old home. Hatched into this...whiteness without end, where even the sun felt cold and distant, he thought himself unlucky for the location his parents had chosen to nest.

This barren landscape left a painful, hollow listlessness inside him. He thought that if he escaped the barenness, he could escape the hollowness. That they were one and the same. That this emptiness within was caused by the emptiness without.

So he flew, and he flew, and he flew...

Hopping from territory to territory, looking for somewhere that felt less hollow.

His first stop, the Ashfall Wastes, was a cruel mirror of his first home. Here, the snow was black instead of white, and hot red water ran where the cold glacial runoff should flow.

Each new landscape beyond the volcano grew more and more alien, but they all felt equally hollow. He didn't know what he was looking for. He visited the ten lands, even the Sea of a Thousand Currents. He didn't find it.
The hollowness was inside him, Bedwyr realised too late. He carries it with him wherever he goes, and it poisons his perception of the world.

He has inherited his father's curse. Fragments of Shade are growing inside him, and they're eating him alive. Incomprehensibly, they seem to be growing flowers.

He still quests for peace. Only now, he knows what he's looking for: A way to rip out these hungry flowers.