Something in the dungeons has been calling out to Prosper, filling their dreams with prophecies of death.  They are not in the dungeons for glory or gold, but to save the lives of those that would die without them.  Their dreams aren't all-knowing, although they have not been deceived or misled by them yet -- but sometimes they forget that, and are consequently very surprised about things that happen to them in the dungeons.

They are perpetually tired, but kind, accepting, and searching for meaning where they are not quite sure that any exists.

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