Imrachil

Crow has made quite an impact here. I have seen people rejoice, frown, or tremble, at the mere hearing of the name. I have seen futile attempts of people, trying to figure out who is the man behind the mask, what are his motives, what is his ultimate goal. I have heard remarks about Crow, both good and bad, but all of them wrong. If only they knew that Crow is only one of my many faces...

What a sudden and unexpected turn of events! Even to this moment, as I write these lines, I find it hard to believe what has transpired... He is still alive. Imrachil, the one man to whom I owe everything, even my own existence, is alive. How can it be? My own eyes witnessed his death. Five years ago, when the corsairs came once more for raid and plunder, when I was taken forcefully, enslaved, doomed to be serving in their ships...