Drezen Endar was the second son of an Earl, and as he was not in line to inheret the title, he decided to fight in other people's wars. He was a knight for hire with no preference to who was in the right, or wrong.. it was all about coin.
Now after many years of battle, he was weary, tired of living a "civilized" life when, in truth, there is very little to be seen in warfare. So, to the wilderness he trekked, learning the skills it would take to survive, perferring to fight the honest battle of survival rather than for someone elses cause.
"DAMN," the short expletive expresses all that he needs to when he looks toward the town he is approaching. Because, really, what else is there to say? His return to Nanthalion was not something he -wanted- to do. But, he knew that, once and for all, he needed to be here so that he could defeat whatever demon who felt compelled to keep this particular place so imbedded in his being. There were memories here that he would rather avoid than face them. However, to banish them, he could no longer pretend that they did not exist. Midnight blue eyes cloud as his past here in Nanthalion begins to assault the barriers he's built to protect himself. Many of his more tortuous memories involve two females in particular. A grimace crosses his features in regards to one, a swan mae... Silmarwyn. As for the other, his features shift into something much more menacing, a black kitten... onyx. Both were his former slaves. There were things that he needed to settle, once and for all. With a malevolent gleam in the depths of his gaze, he resumes the purposeful stride that will bring him back to Nanthalion.