Ulf Kjellfrid

When they came to arrest him, Ulf surrendered quietly. He was a thief, but not a liar. He would not sell out his associates, but would instead confess his crime and accept imprisonment. Shackled and with a burlap bag on his head, he endured the bumpy ride to what he thought was prison. Instead, a dark room. Four hooded figures lurked in the corners while two more stood behind him with a wand and a weapon pointing menacingly. “So it’s death,” Ulf said. “I will not protest. I knew it would come.” “Not today and not from me,” said Leofsige Alvine (page 114) lowering his cowl. Ulf was given a choice: become a junior member of a covert group of overseers—The Octad—and gather intelligence on 4 persons of interest, or… return to life as he knew it. That was his last day as an independent contractor.