It’s uncertain when or how I found my way from the streets to be the hand of the Night Mother, a shrewd, insidious matriarch within the Rat Clan, but it fast became known throughout Rat lands that my mysterious appearance and the Night Mother’s increasing influence were no coincidence. For years I remained in the shadows, a quiet unassuming figure by the matriarch's side, dropping a knee, lending my ear at the mere wave of a that jewel covered hand. 