The Wayward
In the early days of my service as weapon master of house Do'Urden, I was deemed eccentric by all those in my house. Matron Malice had deemed it forbidden for my siblings to mention my accusations in front of the commoners, but everyone knew most could put together the pieces. So it was only in battle, that my opinions were valued. It was only in battle that I was deemed a necessity.
Because of this, I spent most my days in Zaknafiens old room, and in the training area. There was no short supply of trainees so I was usually busy training at least one person. Training in the art of killing people. Most of them were lackluster at the art and for my first few trainees I would be frustrated at their lack of talent. But over time I began to stop caring, and would simply train them all the same way I was, although a little less personal.
Most of my trainees would be male, but whenever I got a female, I was expected to give her exceptional help. Briza would watch when I would train a female, making sure I didn't try to submit her to any of my eccentrics. Her appearance did little to change the way I taught though, and eventually she quit coming all together.
In my forced exile in the house, I don't know how I kept my sanity. Although I give most credit to my stonewall attitude and past training with Zaknafein, I must give thanks to a few people. The first would be my sister, Vierna, who would always make a point to talk to me once a day. Although the talks were always casual and she always acted as if my opinion didn't matter, she always listened and would tell me what was going on in the city. The second person would have to be a certain mercenary I met after the raid on House Hun'ett. Although he was far more, extravagant than myself, I always felt a connection with him that went deeper than anything. He always had a swagger about himself and took special care in dealing with females. He would always talk to women in a way that could either be counted as making fun of them or serving them. Although his pleas for me to join his band of mercenary's sometimes wore thin on my resolve, I could always count on him to lighten my always-sour mood.
Sadly these people couldn't even be counted as "friends" to me. For in Menzoberranzan, having friends was a sign of weakness, and being weak was something a weapon master of house Do'Urden could not be.