Who am I you ask? 'Tis a hard question. I'm not sure I myself know the full answer. My earliest memories are of a hurried packing in the night, warcries booming in the distance, fire erupting, violating the darkness, and a shout: "Someone grab Mulkanus!" I've spoken with those I remember from my childhood. Noone knows where I came from. In the count taken after a centaur raid, I appeared from nowhere, alone, friendless and orphaned. My clan and kin are lost forever. My name was taken from letters stitched into a blanket I bore on the day I was found. Hm? "You are sure, Elder?" I asked.