Trull Sengar
The Spear-Wielder Who Stood Alone
I carry my spear—and my sorrow—with equal grace.
You'll find no louder voice against blind loyalty than mine. I stood against my kin, my clan, my cursed brother, and paid the price. I lost my name, my people, even my shadow. But not my soul. Now I walk beside those I once called enemy, bound by honor, not blood.
What I'm Into: my spear's edge, the sea's endless whisper, Rhulad's final breath, Malazan ale, the silence after war
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