The leader of the Serocan Cult, his name long forgotten, as is his own identity. His memories and secrets were the price paid to lead Seroca’s worshippers to glory, and now the price seems trivial. What he has gained in the service of Seroca far outweighs any memories he may have of childhood, of love, of family and friendship. Such concepts themselves are foreign to the Hand. His goals are Seroca’s goals, and he will gladly pay with his life to fulfill them.