Brennen saw concern, so he sheathed his swords and raised his hands defensively. [color=9999ff]"Aye. Kept my sanity. Have to fight for it every once in a while, but I've only killed one innocent, and it's been my prime motivation to keep control. Who might you be, friend?" Brennen asks the stranger about himself. He understands the concern, but turns back and sits back down at the bonfire in a position to which he has used for years as an undead. He looks at the bonfire's lack of light and smiles a little again, raising the hood he had on. [color=9999ff]"Tis good that this curse is finally through with, eh? I must apologize for worrying you by my appearance. I'll be keeping my hood on from now on so as to not inspire fear in those we wish to speak with or anger in those who lost loved ones to the curse or its crazed ex-undead. My name is Brennen. I used to be accursed by this wretched thing upon my forehead, but now I search for purpose in my now-limited life. Though, hearing a recent old man's words, I'm inclined to help return the world to its undisturbed state, where this light and dark don't exist. In grey ashes."[/color] Brennen leaned forward to the bonfire's resting place. Touching the metal iron that used to be scalding with heat, trailing down to the ash at its base, but along the way, it tilted. Curious, he tugged on it. The sword-shaped iron came out. Brennen was shocked. He never knew that bonfires looked like this. [color=9999ff]"Well, [i]this[/i] is news to me."[/color]