"Of the boy's past," he said hesitantly. Lucien sighed and took off his hat. "I suppose you deserve the truth as well if we're to work together. Long ago when I was much younger, I was an elite Iconoclast mercenary who went rogue. My location was betrayed by my own brother and his settlement who were offered sanctuary in exchange for my life. I was imprisoned. They tortured me, pitted me against some of their experiments. I eventually escaped by the help of a defective Iconoclast member and was eventually found by the Tribals, half-frozen to death. I trained with them. Hunted with them, learned their ways. Became one of their best. Then I saw an opportunity to gain immeasurable power... All I could think about was vengeance. So I took it. And there's not a day I don't regret it. I was exiled by the Tribals after they found out what I had done - eaten one of the Abbatial's exalted abominations; eaten a piece of their divided God. So I sought out the settlement of Auburn Steppes, my brother's home. I..." He cast his eyes downwards in shame.