Mordîn has a close relationship with his parents, but not to where he joins them on their contracts. Because of this, he was essentially raised by the man who Sûldúring and Kaldûr feign ridership with. Mordîn caught on quickly to the scheme they all had going and became instrumental in helping with information gathering. His mere presence would loosen tongues when he would raise his feathery frill, hissing, causing the target to spill their guts to the ‘rider.’

Mordîn and the man have a close friendship, never very far from each other. Though timid by nature, Mordîn will protect his friend when the time calls for it. When it doesn’t, the two have gotten very good at escaping situations where neither of them want to be. There one moment and gone the next like they were never there to begin with.  His feathers help to mask his sounds, a part of how he earned his name. Many also feel that his markings are battling for control, and it is only a matter of time before one takes over. Whether it be the light of the above, or the dark of the below, no one can guess.