"I killed them. I burnt them all, and those who weren't killed instantly suffered worse. The entire settlement..." Lucien looks back up at Tesuto, his pain showing in his eyes. It was clear he regretted it. "I eventually made my way to my brother's home. He became their leader in exchange for my life. We fought, I cut his wife down and then I cut him down. All the fire... My apologies. In his last dying breaths he pointed something out to me - his infant child, crying amidst the burning house. So I promised him one thing as I realized the weight of my actions. That I would teach his son to survive and fight. And one day? It would be up to him to judge me - if he truly surpassed me, he would have the skill to enact vengeance. That man was Mikhail Danet. His son was Alister Danet. My nephew. I... I know, I'm a monster. And there's not a day I don't atone for it. I'm but a mere wanderer now, branded as a demon by a people I once called my own." He turned around and shifted the collar of his coat, exposing the back of his neck and the brand upon it: some kind of multi-headed beast with flaming wings arising from a molten lake, the image itself trapped within a single drawing of an ember.