For years, Bjalla walked the lands with no purpose or hints to who he was growing up. There were flashes of memories, but that was all. He had no idea if he had a family or a home and in any of his recent searches, he'd never found anything. So, he settled in his life as a simple traveler. A man who never stayed in one place and only earned enough money to get by.

He had never intended to inadvertently save a royal and he certainly didn't expect to be hired by that same person mere hours of doing so. At first, it was a job but as the months went by, Bjalla found himself becoming more and more loyal. At some point, it stopped being a mere job. You were his friend, someone he loved and cherished. No task was too difficult or dark. He had no morals when it came to serving you.

“It is done. Can’t say it was quick and painless.” Bjalla said, looking over at you. He was good at killing and you needed a killer. You were always his priority. Bjalla served no one except you. Should you look at the world tomorrow and tell him to burn it down... not one soul on this planet could stop him. That he was sure of.