On my first Siren hunt I witnessed the terrifying Wurm known as the Siren Eater. It killed my mentor ate our prey and left me for dead.
I dedicated my life to killing the beast. I travelled the world hunting monstrosities for every corner of Theah and researched everything known about the beast.
Every 2 years I led an expedition to avenge my mentor. Every time I failed, I would wound the beast but the cost would be far too great.
My obsession with the Siren Eater dominated my life and ended the lives of too many good hunters.
Now the beast is finally dead. My obsession is clear to see. The Gelingen see me as a hero but their praise is misplaced. The wurm was a mindless beast, feeding on a menace to the people of Posen. I was the monster that led good men to their death for my own petty vengeance.
I cannot stay among my fellow hunters and listen to them praise my madness.
Perhaps in Kirk I will be able to do some good and help those willing to fight monsters avoid becoming monsters themselves.