Nowaru

— As long as there’s air in your lungs and blood in your veins, you can always acquire something. The same applies to your place in the world. — The Tilian sat back on the bed. — You know, it’s not hard to guess that I used to be a pirate. I had a great captain, loyal and cheerful friends, and a life full of adventures. But some time ago, Tilian ships, along with ours, clashed in battle with the Theosian fleet, and all the people I had known throughout my life perished. Then I was concussed, and for some time I couldn’t even fight. I was less agile, my reaction was terrible, but the worst thing was that I was left alone. No one will support you, you have no one to talk to, no one understands your problems. I don’t remember how, but I also ended up in Illinore, and alcohol became my only friend. I didn’t want to live, but I didn’t have the courage to end it all. Fortunately, one wonderful day, an old man picked me up. I resisted for a long time, told him to go away, but he was very persistent, and in the end, I went with him. Later it turned out that he was a true follower of the Yorsian goddess Ormhild. Thanks to him and the new faith, I finally managed to get back on my feet. He became a father to me, and Ormhild became a mother. Thanks to them, I was able to stop existing and return to life. Perhaps that’s why I want to help you somehow, because I know what it’s like, and that in life you can always find a second chance. A third chance. A hundredth chance.