☀️ Arselia and Akonia

Brother. Yes, you. I know you're no longer here. This dead, dim-witted skull is all that's left. Despite its silence, I like to imagine that you can still hear me, that we're still talking to each other. Sometimes, it even seems like you're responding. In those moments, I realize that I'm starting to go a little crazy; the ephemeral presence becomes almost physically palpable... I don't know if this has anything to do with a spiritual connection or if it's just self-suggestion. Strangely, this kind of schizophrenic companionship motivates me to act, just like in our good old days.
How much good is it for you to sit in a bag while I wander around? Maybe I should imagine that your bony head can see. I imagine how interesting it must be to study the insides of the bag all this time. But what then? Should I hang it around my neck and parade it around? Like, look, brother, at the beautiful world, and it looks at you. No, you're too heavy for such a necklace, so don't take it personally. And yet... If any remnants of your spirit are still trapped in this skull, know that these entries are for you. And for myself, while I still remember. Some things about the people, then maybe about the locations, and if I'm not too lazy, I'll even write about the events. Read, read, brother, and don't be bored.

Beginning.
K. A boring soldier, everyone's ears drooped from his speeches; he feels unwavering loyalty. The first person I had the chance to talk to here. He left Margel; I have no idea what happened to him.
A. Also a soldier, but of a higher rank. Looks like a tough woman, but I only saw her as a guide; I didn't interact with her personally.
N. A mysterious benefactor. Why she chose me as her target is a real mystery. I wanted to ask her, but it didn't work out.
E. A guard. He mentioned the names of hostile countries that mean nothing to me. At least he helped me get my bearings in the area, and I'm grateful for that.
M. An Asian warrior with a katana. He looked stoic and was not talkative. He left Margel; I have no idea what happened to him.
NZ. Also looks like a tough woman, not from around here. She carries a huge club; I wouldn't want to get hit by it. She left Margel; I have no idea what happened to her.