An
ever wandering spirit the Drifter grew up tormented and alone, unnoticed by the
rest of the world no matter where he went. Yet he preferred it that way. His
travels took him across the globe and back again. Never staying in one place
too long didn’t allow people to get a beat on him. It was unclear just what he
was after. He may not have even known himself. Nobody could make any definite
assertions because of the shroud that surrounded him. He was a mystery quietly
concealed beneath a hood.
His arrival in the Frozen Abyss
could not be any more rationalized than his arrival anywhere. He was a drifter.
All that could be assumed was that he wouldn’t be staying for long…
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