He comes to us as a dear friend to Flinteye, that in itself gives worthy cause to welcome him in. Flint's stories of him, show him to be of a powerful magik and a wise man.  Were that he a DarkChilde, Gods know we could use wisdom in our Days.  Flint does not speak on his Nature or manner of being, but it is enough that she thinks highly of him.

Alas, he is lost to us.  Late in the Moon of the Popping Trees, he gave his last breath.  This difficult time is not lessened by his passing, but will give strength in battle.  My condolences dear Flinteye, I know he meant much to you, and it was you of all of us, that knew him best.