The loveliest bloom comes from a barren garden, but so unaware of itself, so surrounded by prickles and weeds, it will either think itself no better, or think itself hopelessly lost. The mystery of how Vadeyn managed to cultivate such a soft heart in such an unforgiving atmosphere, no less how it has managed to remain uncrushed in the six decades Vadeyn has been alive, is a thing that’s piqued the interest and ire of many. He is, they will say, surely destined for tragedy; eventually to be consumed by the pressure, or snuffed out by it. However, Vadeyn has no interest in complete surrender just yet. His is a quiet-perhaps ridiculous-optimism, which nets him a few friends, and quite a few enemies. He has become self sufficient, prone to dreaming, and forced on occasion to become uncomfortably bold, for he has a vivid sense of nobility and grace.