The scent of the pipe reminds Korrin of her father's, and for a moment the nostalgia is overpowering. Sitting on his lap, listening to his booming laughter, and all the crazy stories she hoped to one day surpass. Whether or not she has by now is up for debate.

"Myself? Alright, but I don't really need to make up anything. I'm a mercenary of the Valo-Kas company, and we tend to draw 'crazy shit' to us without even trying.

There was an insufferable -seriously, even more than usual- noble in Verchiel who gave us a demanding job -retrieving goods that were ambushed by bandits on the way to the capital- but didn't pay nearly enough to compensate us for it. When we tried to adjust that, he threatened to have us arrested on some trumped-up charges through his connections. So, we left...sort of.

A few of us went back and took a liking to that ugly-ass monument of a distant ancestor that he kept bragging about. And by that, I mean we blew its fucking head off. His servants hated maintaining the damned thing, so they showed their approval by not telling on us. Nope, must have been some random bandits or an act of the Maker. It turns out even his neighbors hated him -or the monument, or both- so they weren't any help to him either."