A traveler, a knight errant. A fighter. Dunccan now searches, quests for.. nothing. Once a highpriest of Justice, a mighty warrior, a leader of his lands. Dunccan drifts in empty space with his thoughts, his disgust at the god of Night, forever destined to travel in the eternal night of space. Daisho-Ito, the blade of War sheathed, the Axe of Justice packed away. He drifts.