☀️ Arselia and Akonia

- Well, tell me.

- It happened in Carnia. I remember you're not very good at geography, so just keep in mind that it's located north of Farrellia, where we are now. Any of its cities are much closer to us than Margel. It has a special climate with very frequent rains and fog; the people are all gloomy and not very sociable by nature – they prefer to stay at home and do who-knows-what. So, it's not the best place to maintain mental health, but it's very romantic for a potential adventure. I arrived in one of their cities and saw a count's castle on the outskirts, with a deep moat, high walls, and plenty of well-armed guards. My hands immediately itched, and I wanted to sneak in and take the most valuable thing that could be inside. Of course, not so much out of greed, but out of a thirst for adventure and a desire to use my skills and ingenuity. It took me several hours to do it – I waited out a patrol here, sneaked past unnoticed there, picked a complex lock, but in the end, I still managed to get into the count's chambers. And what do you think I saw there? Not a luxurious count's bed, but a coffin. Curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to move the lid. That's how I got this horizontal scar. - He runs his finger along the corresponding area. - A girl with marble skin jumped out of it and scraped off some of my skin. I managed to jump away in time, so she only grazed me with the claw of her middle finger. I threw a couple of knives at her – but it didn't affect her at all, as if they had passed through water. I got into a fight with her, dodging deadly blows at the last second, and at some point, I finally managed to behead her with my magic dagger. I thought I had won – but it turned out to be my mistake. She grew a new body from her head and seriously wounded me... I had to retreat tactically – run as fast as I could. Well, I put two and two together, and after a while, I returned there with explosives, made a few holes here and there, and burned the enemy in broad daylight. That's the story... And the vertical scar is even simpler – it's a mark from a wound inflicted by a friend from my youth when we dueled with daggers.