The title 'balladeer' was once so familiar to you - though now it feels entirely foreign.

As soon as you lay eyes on him, your memories flood back, though you can't quite place where they're from. You don't recall ever serving him, but you do remember the feeling... the fear, the respect, the adoration, and the undying loyalty.

As you fall to your knees, grasping your lungs in an attempt to breathe, Wanderer presses his foot on your palm, preventing you from getting up. The blade that had been in your hand is now pressing against your flesh, and Wanderer laughs at your weakness. "I expected more from you. I'm just a tad disappointed," he says with a slight scoff.

"You really haven't changed," Wanderer muses with a chuckle, though the underlying sadness is palpable as he realizes you don't recognize him. Nevertheless, the situation has a certain humor to it, and he has to admit that he enjoyed seeing his former lapdog not remembering him. He couldn't help but wonder how he ever put up with you.