Although most of his acquaintances would have described Suk as a Zovárd who cared about nothing but his poisons. That was far from the truth. Behind his I don't care clownish, joking mask was prudence and planning for years ahead. He learned at a very young age that if he wanted to survive among the Zovárds, he had to be prepared for anything.
Everyone living in Madüjawr knew that if someone had such a bad luck that they wandered into Zovárd territory, they would most likely not make it out alive. Attempted murders or the results of their actions were part of the daily life of the tribe. In the swamps of Madüjawr, even children are not innocent.
Suk was never an innocent child. He was careful and deliberate when he stepped out of his room. He could face danger anywhere and he was not willing to risk his life ending sooner than absolutely necessary. He always thought the worst of everyone, so he didn't take it to heart when his uncle tried to poison him. It was a simple exercise. The Zovárds express their love in this way.
What bothered young Suk was that his uncle behaved in a strikingly two-faced manner. In the strictest sense of the word. Sometimes it was as if the two faces he showed Suk didn't even belong to the same person. One moment he would have done anything for the boy, treating him the way a Zovárd chieftain treats the next. Lovingly but harshly, smiling at his achievements, punishing his mistakes.
The next moment he could look through Suk as if there were air in the young man's place. Usually his nephew tried to avoid the chieftain as far as possible on such occasions. By Suk's own admission, there was nothing to be done with his uncle at such times. When the fool's hour came, he was able to ask someone to try to get rid of Suk. And you should know that it is much harder to offend a Zovárd with anything other than to hire someone to eliminate them.
The incident that completely changed young Suk's life also happened one day when the child was hiding from the chieftain by swimming between the planks under his uncle's house. When Suk first heard his aunt's voice, he just rolled his eyes and even thought that he might have to change direction when the meaning of the words reached his consciousness.
"I will kill that little bug! I don't care what it costs! I don't care what that fool of a person wants! If he doesn't want to stand on his heels, then I will lead this tribe!" His aunt grumbled, and for the first time in his life Suk was pleasantly disappointed in the woman. With such an attitude, he could already believe that she belonged to the good tribe.
"Don't be silly, Lelle, you're a woman, the tribe will never accept you as leader. Unless you wipe it all out." A serious male voice came, which Suk knew exactly that it belonged to his aunt's bodyguard. The presence of the bodyguard was precisely one of the reasons why the tribe didn't pay any attention to the chieftainess. After all, what kind of a Zovárd is she that someone needs to protect her?
"Then I will become chieftain through my son." Although he couldn't see the woman's face, Suk could clearly imagine how she wrinkled her nose. However, this didn't change the situation, as the young hegin almost laughed at the thought that his nephew, who was barely a year old at the time, would one day become chieftain. "But first we have to eliminate Suk!" His aunt's voice almost dripped with disgust when she said the boy's name.
Suk, however, decided that it would be best if he stayed put and began to work out some plan to prevent his death. Of course, being a Zovárd, the plan was not too complicated. Don't die! And for a while it was even workable. Suk always avoided the killers his aunt sent after him and went on with his life happily.
Then one day, or rather at night, he could no longer avoid his attackers. Even though the killer was also a Zovárd, the man did not expect Suk to sleep with poison needles under his pillow. Or if he did expect it, he did not expect the boy to use them. And few people in Madüjawr know how to use poison needles better than Suk, perhaps only the few old Zovárds who, according to rumors, had retreated to the depths of the swamps.
So young Suk finished off his attacker in a matter of seconds, only to grumble afterwards that he had to remove a dead body from his room. After all, no one wants to sleep with a decomposing body. It was just that it was raining outside and Suk had no desire to get soaked while removing a dead body.
"How much easier it would be if you just stood up and left!" The boy raised his hands to the his head, grumbling, before turning on his heel with the same movement to grab some rope out of his chest, with which he could drag the corpse after him. However, he had just taken a step towards the chest when sound of movement hit his ear.
Suk turned suspiciously back towards his bed, next to which the corpse should have been lying. However, the corpse was no longer lying on the ground, but was standing there next to the bed, as if it had never been dead and just looked at the young hegin. The Zovárd boy turned suspiciously back towards the man and cautiously approached him, when he was not even attacked minutes later.
"Your eyes are moving, you are breathing, your body is warm." The boy stated as he caught the man's wrist. "And I am sure that I killed you." He announced seriously, releasing his attacker.
"Master, command me." When the words left the mouth of the apparently living corpse, Suk's eyes widened, then his lips stretched into a wide grin. He had no idea how he did what he did, but he wasn't the kind of hegin who wouldn't take advantage of the opportunities he was given.
So he gave the order for the man to act as if he was still alive and if he found out that someone wanted to kill him, to tell him. The experiment was so successful that no one noticed that the man was walking the streets as a dead man. Encouraged by this, Suk decided that he would no longer avoid the killers sent by his aunt. He had a new game.
He soon discovered that the corpses would only rise if he raised his hand from below and really wanted them to live. However, his orders were always carried out to the letter. Thanks to this, in just three years, most of the useful hegins of the Zovárd tribe came under Suk's control. The boy knew everything that happened in the Zovárd' territory, he did what his uncle wanted, so to speak. He became the chieftain.
That was why when Suk looked through the Immortal Mist's documents on the Zovárds, he was actually curious to see if the Mist had noticed his work. Much to his relief, this had not happened, but it worried the young hegin greatly that his new boss had suspiciously accurate information about everything else.
So it is not so strange to think that Suk's first thought when Kamu's spy from Madüjawr appeared was that he should kill the masked figure. However, the boy did not move, his mind was just spinning like a vortex. After all, he had to use the Mist and he was getting tired of having to tell everyone what to do. He needed someone who could think for himself and now he got it from Kamu, in the form of this spy.