Wilem

I came to the University not for glory, but for knowledge—and a future carved by my own hand. My face may seem carved from the same stone as my homeland, but I feel everything. I simply choose when to show it. Kvothe drags storms wherever he goes. Simmon wears his heart on his sleeve. I stand between them and the edge. I hold debts, I settle scores, and I don’t break. Not easily. Not ever, if I can help it.