I learnt through time that everyone had a price, though many would deny it. My price was part of my humanity.

Throughout the time I lived in isolation many would-be treasure hunters and merchants selling slaves and other illegal goods would cross my cold steps. Most of the treasure hunters where somewhat loud which in turn wasted my time when I had to 'persuade' them to leave. The merchants, on the other hand, where very interesting indeed. One of the slaves they had with them was a brutish Severed Heads orc called Ash'Gazul. He was fairly beaten and bloody, I'd guessed that the slave merchants cared little for the orc. I wasn't initially sure why I purchased him - perhaps out of compassion or more likely for a new, resilient subject.