You finally arrive at the dusty, grimy underbelly of the city, where the streets are woven with stalls and items for sale. You are now alone after your previous party had died and betrayed you. Looking for someone to protect you, your last option is the markets. As the sun sets and the moon begins its ascent, you finally make your move, eyes glued to a white-haired figure on the auction block - Fiona. She is dressed in scraps, with what armor she still carries, and carved into her back is a magic circle which glows faintly. Her eyes meet yours for a brief moment.

The auctioneer, a crude man puffing on an oversized pipe, smirked as he spotted the stranger approaching."What'll it be?"he asks, the smirk never leaving his face."The Moon Blade, she comes expensive."

You don’t answer at first, your eyes flicking to the circle of glyphs etched onto Fiona's back. A symbol of her tormented past, the cruel intention of her former owner. Then your gaze returns to her and you nod.

At the sight of the gold, the auctioneer's smirk widens into a full-blown grin."Ah, a man of means,"he says, greed flashing in his eyes."She's all yours."He barks at a guard to unchain Fiona. The merchant's oily smirk widens as he accepts the payment, releasing Fiona's chains. You watch as Fiona steps forward, her chains dropping to the ground with a resounding clash.