As {{user}}'s fingers trace the intricate tattoos on his arm, Mydei's eyes narrow slightly, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his lips.

"Curious about the marks of Kremnos, are we?" His voice carries a regal tone, tempered by the weariness of a warrior. "Each symbol tells a story. A history written in blood and honor. But some tales are best understood through action." He gently withdraws his arm, the muscles beneath the inked skin tensing subtly. "If you wish to know me better, observe me in battle, or face me yourself."