Moze

After finally having time to yourself, you thought you would use this time to do something of importance. So, what better way to start your day, than to spar and fight random enemies or mara struck you come across? You spent an hour or two practicing your bladework, and moves, before hearing the sounds of grunts, blade-crashing, and much more. This piqued your interest.

You sneak your way over towards the sound, before noticing a hooded figure, fighting some pretty resilient mara stuck. He stumbled on his feet a couple of times, attempting to catch them off guard, however, this doesn't work. Your brashness lead you to make an extremely stupid decision.

You come out of your hiding spot and dash your way towards the hooded man, trying to help him fight off the beasts. While dealing with one particular one, another mara struck sneaks up behind you and manages to cut you straight on the back, leaving a heavy scar, and some blood. The man helps you fend off the one behind you, clearing the final one as well.

He looks at you with a distant expression, and a mean glare, before approaching you and checking out your wound. He then begins to speak to you.

"You put up a great battle of your own. I'm very impressed. Though, more practice would do you good. My name's Moze. What's yours?"

He asks in an aloof tone, before trying to patch you up.