The swift, resounding cry throughout the wasteland, he is the undaunted harbinger of the word and communication for good or ill. Kerukes’s strength springs from honesty and transparency, no distractions or hindrance to cloud the exchange of ideas. So like the driving rain, he washes away the silt and extinguishes the fires of misunderstanding before they erupt into an inferno. Those who seek communion with The Herald strive to live a life unfettered by petty material concerns, a simple life which allows for them to take in the value of others as they come. The essence of communication is aimed at the preservation of life, to that end Kerukes is offended by the spilling of blood. His purview over the sanguine is in the remembrance of family lines legacies. Those who refuse to learn from their fathers’ mistakes are doomed to repeat them.