Dietrich Bern
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"The shadows are a place for the untrusted and unwanted." Dietrich replied before turning around. He could make out little more than a dark shape obstructing what little light made it this far into the stone depths. After so many years, he had forgotten how to see without light, to sense with touch and sound and shadows. Yet perhaps he was drawn to the dark still. Considered an outcast by his subjects and his peers, surely he counted as untrusted and unwanted.

But he would move past it in time. The sunlit lands were his by birth, and he would claim them as was his right. "Why did you lead me down here?" He asked the hissing stranger.