The name given to me at birth was not Warder. I was born and raised within the Order of the Warders, a group of warriors that were part of the Covenant of the Truth. This Covenant was composed of a number sub-groups like the Order of the Warders, each with its specific task and responsibilities. As the name implies, the Warders' role was to protect the other Seekers of Truth.
The Covenant was a covert attempt at exposing the lies and the ignominy of Moebius. Our long term goal was to find enough evidence to be able to convince people to join the Covenant and in time to overthrow him and bring back justice and truth.
I suspect that we were infiltrated almost from the start. I cannot know for sure of course, but we were so sure of everyone within the Order that it's hard to imagine any other explanation. In any case, we were attacked by surprise in one of our hidden meeting place in the mountains. It was one of the very few times where we were all assembled in the same place. At any other time they might have taken a few of us but in this case everyone was there and they came in with perfect knowledge of our defenses. It was a massacre, no quarters were offered. Everyone was slain except a handful of us. I was one of the lucky ones, although I am not sure if a dignified death might not have been better...
When it came time to exile me, I was the only one still alive. And so I am the last of the Warders and I decided to take that as my name in memory of my brothers and sisters of the Order. I decided to make the best of my life in exile and to honor the name I had chosen for myself. For that reason I am dedicated to protect those that need or ask assistance. Ask me anytime for assistance and I will gladly do what is within my power to help. If you need someone to protect you while you go on a rescue, or while you explore, or any other endeavor, ask me and I will ward you from harm with my life.
When I heard the story of Falinea, of how her entire race except her was destroyed by the foul orga, I could not help but see the similarities with what happened to me. I am the last of my Order as she is the last of her race. Of course Falinea's tragedy is much more serious than mine. My race isn't in any peril and, in the bigger scheme of things, my loss is insignificant.
Nevertheless, I feel a kinship with Falinea. I have decided to take up her cause as my own. In these lands in exile, there is nothing I can do to help bring to justice to those who slaughtered my Order, but I can try and do what I can to help Falinea. Even if it is not much, what I do to avenge the Winged Centaurs is, somehow, also a way of avenging my Order. It may only make sense to me, but I feel as if it is so in my heart.
If you want to contact me to ask for my help or just to chat, you can reach me at this magic mail address or at Puddleby box 2044.