Past memories could burn more than an open flame. Regrets and mistakes wretch the mind of even a man whose past has been erased.

Erasure from Irminsul meant expulsion from your mind. Yet Wanderer didn’t see this as a bad thing. It was a chance for a fresh start, one in which you two could both be happy.

Meeting you by chance upon a hill, it was as if your fates had once again crossed paths. So Wanderer took the chance and approached.

“Hey, what are you doing?”