[Center][H2][color=662d91]Ysran[/color][/h2][/center]

Seriously? The Dawnblade Brotherhood? That was the cheesiest thing he'd heard in some time. Well, now that the situation had defused itself, it was time to move in. But what should he do? He wouldn't be attacking, he had no reason to, and would likely lose. Perhaps he'd ask them to escort him to the next city. Then again, he really couldn't make heads or tails out of his situation. Perhaps it'd be better to just travel with them for awhile until he could get his bearings. It'd been a long time since he'd gone on an adventure with friends. It had been... it had been... huh. He couldn't quite remember. He could recall bits and pieces of his memory, but not everything. Most of his memory seemed to be missing. He could remember his childhood, and his days at the harbor, but it ends there. Small parts of his previous adventures would surface, but how he got here was still a mystery. For now he would join them, in an attempt to get some bearings. Putting his Machete back in its scabbard, he began to walk forward into the open. He spoke to the apparent leader.

[i][color=662d91]"Hello. My name is Ysran. I seem to have gotten a bit lost, as well as not being able to remember much of my recent past. I also couldn't help but overhear your conversation about your resistance effort? Perhaps I could join you for a while? At least until I can get my memory back, or at least to the next city."[/color][/i]

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