An observer, impartial, a true neutral party who once made his living on the black market, selling herbs, ingredients, and all manner of illegal spells, he has found himself residing in a lair. He helps the healer heal the sick and injured, and the seer find those lost souls she is so partial to. He even helps the younger nocturne in his quest to become more powerful, to usurp the clan’s leader. It matters not to him what happens to the rest of the clan, he can always walk away. He has no mate, nor love, nor anything keeping him where he is …his Gyre would follow him, as it always had, if things went south. He merely wishes to provide assistance to the many dragons of this clan, many of which he has had dealings with in the past, in exchange for shelter and a place to call home.