Buddy shook his head as he lifted the loincloth to look at the emblem. [b][i]"I do not remember. The phrase is unfamiliar to me as well. This is an interesting symbol, but it does not spark any memories. Hmm."[/i][/b] Buddy took a moment to think more deeply, looking at the cloth. Trying to remember. [b][i]"This symbol means nothing to me... But. If I had to guess, I was created by those who carried this symbol. I was made for battle. They made me to do war."[/i][/b] Buddy looked over at you. [b][i]"I imagine that is why you had found me. You were in need of another warrior. Or, if you did not seek me out intentionally, whoever has been sending you these visions thought that you could use me in some fashion. That is what I would guess."[/i][/b] Buddy stood up and walked over a bit away from the tents, somewhere a bit beyond the campfire.

[b][i]"I have known you only for a short while, but I can see that you are strong. Though you dress finely, you are not a coward or weakling. We are warriors, you and I. I cannot say I remember what my purpose is beyond fighting, but what I do remember I know I can do well. Join me, and let us spar. Perhaps if I fight some more, I will awaken a few memories of battles I may have fought, or those who I have fought alongside. Surely my past has some connection with yours, to explain how and why you were able to find me."[/i][/b]