Many had heard the tale of the son of a mad pair. Ornstein, Slayer of Dragons that had once gone crazy In search of the first flame. And Nora, Pyromaniac of the Blue Flames that had been resurrected by the son of Garuud, God of the Underworld. The tale told of their son, a mad Mage with a thirst for the blood of demons and angels, and monsters. Anything. Telling his story of losing himself, of murder, and becoming a Mandalorian to explore the universe, only to destroy the Mandalorian order single handed. Granted, there were very few things In this tale that were actually true, but one thing was certain. He had heard. https://imgur.com/k8HVg7r A Man clad in the armour of a Mandalorian, with a set of strange eyes adorned upon his helmet stepped forward, Clapping Vance on the back. "Loot you say?" The Mandalorian asked, removing his hand and patting the alchemist on the shoulder "I'm in."