Fuaric had little idea of who these two men were, though he assumed they must of both came from the same place like he did for one referenced the old man that had gifted the odd items he now was adorned in. His memories were a blur but when the other man showed the mark, he knew what that was, a curse, a blight on the accursed land, something that did not let men live in peace but tormented them for the rest of their lives until insanity took hold and they were nothing more then a husk of flesh that fought everything that came near them. He was unsure if there was a means of stopping what was happening but this was now his only purpose, to find the end of this and break the yoke of the world finally. Or perhaps he was just a small piece and die along the way, ultimately it would not matter for both gave him a purpose.

"Then we should press on shouldn't we?" Fuaric finally said, ",No point sitting and waiting at this dull bonfire. What we seek will not come to us. To find the means of an end we must seek it ourselves."