The Collector. Taneleer Tivan. He had saved me beyond anything I could comprehend. Not only from myself, but from my past. My horrible past...
It all started when he found my mangled form lying outside his dome-shaped Collection. He had rebuilt it, and was looking for a new servant after his last, Carina died while holding the orb.
Little did he know his next servant was a former Queen of Mirkwood, of noble blood. More noble than even his pretentious blood.
I felt myself being carried by someone. Someone tall and muscular. I opened my eyes for but a moment to see who was carrying me.
He was tall, as I had felt before, with wild white hair, wearing a long fur coat and a lovely suit which only a very wealthy man could afford. He also wore a pair of strange binocular glasses that surely served some other purpose than watching me through. I could make out his chocolate eyes. behind the glasses before consciousness drifted from me again.
"Rest." The man leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Tomorrow you will begin a new life with me."