Leck Lorus joined the Goldmonger's guild by choice and gave his sacred word to serve the guild. Though his link is rustless and golden, he continues to serve them faithfully even after his death as a ghost. He was a legedary member of the first Wheel Sword quarem, back in they days when a man or woman's word was worth more than a pile of blood stained contracts. A mage of tremendous power who has forgotten more spells than most archwizard's remember, his worst memory is that of the day the Patrons asked him to put a link on his wrist. He felt insulted that they should contract him, a loyal servant who had protected their interests since the days the expanded out of Cadwallon, and whose word could not be weighed or measured against jems or gold. He took his vows anyway, swearing to uphold them longer than any other. His vow made with blood and magic seems to have acted as a curse, and his spirit refuses to pass on whilst a Patron remains, as if he were an undead prophetic premonition.