I had been so used to thinking of myself as worthless, that I too had grown complacent. I was my father’s servant, and knew not how to be otherwise, but now my lord has shown me. Under Lucien’s rule I did as I was told; as a spy, or an unwilling jester, but never anything more than a pawn. In Daemonheim I found dangers that I had never anticipated, and power that I had been denied. In short, I encountered chaos and it forged me anew. Under Zamorak’s guidance, I was reborn.