His name was lost to history. We called him the Leper King, for that was his legend. In reality he was a young boy, not much older than a fresh adventurer who had seen the horrors of the world. Marked inside and out, he burned with a desire to make things right, to defend the innocent and the judged equally, and to help those who need help without question. Where his skin blackened and rotted inside and out, his soul shone like a divine beacon.