"They were after a man named Lance, and me and thus Lucien Farcòn tried to fight them off. And failed." [i] Desmond lifted his shirt rather shamelessly, revealing a back filled with corded muscle. But what stood out were six scars, three vertically on each side of his spine. From the scars were smaller ones that spiderwebbed out an inch or so, like whatever had been thrust into his back tried to take root there.[/i] "Six knives were put into my back while I fought a man with a magical artifact, a Ka'kari like mine." [i] Desmond snarled in irritation, dropping his shirt. [/i]