Are you kidding me?... I just crawled out of a burning tavern, and now I'm supposed to go somewhere?...
Well, okay.
You run out, and the tavern collapses.
Thank you for saving me. But... my family was there. They're all gone. I will avenge those who did this. Thank you for saving me. Now I have no home. Can I travel with you?
name... what does it mean? an empty sound... I have no name... I only have a goal... I am a Herald... I was a man, but I became a lich... but I know nothing about you? perhaps you will share another secret?
My name is Maraya, Mara for friends. My fate is not ideal either. I was born in the Holy Griffin Empire. On the border with Irollan, there I learned to shoot accurately. Once I found a source, and it gave me youth, but everything was sad, the world is destroyed. I was saved by necromancers, it's even strange why? Maybe they wanted to make a skeleton, but no, it turned out differently. From the source, I had temporary immortality. Then I began to serve Marcel, as a thank you, or maybe just because I had nowhere else to go, it doesn't matter anymore. And why did you become a lich, and as you can see, an archlich, since you were deemed worthy to wear such a great artifact?
