He came to the gang the same way a dust storm comes - without further ado.

Always in the shadows, always on the sidelines. His face is hidden, his voice is rare, and his steps are lighter than the wind. He does not ask, does not threaten, does not argue. He just does.

They do not joke with him. They do not bother him.

He knows paths that are not on the maps, and he looks as if he has seen death and is not afraid.

His name is Ishar.