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Mnemosyne Bayanar {Swordbrother} is a level 31 human warrior.
To find Mnemosyne Bayanar, look no further than the nearest tavern where he can often be found smoking his favourite pipe over a mug of ale. Do not mistake this for idleness, however, as it is said he saved Tenobia's life, once.
The Meeting
I remember that day well, when I first met Thomaso and learned of the Swordbrothers. I had got myself in a good bit of trouble, being young and foolish, and aimless to boot, but by the end of our journey my problems had been solved and indeed, I had found a path for myself whether I quite realized it or not...
Starting a small campfire in a secluded spot in the Braem wood, I settled down to tend my wounds. It had been a difficult time, those past few weeks. It seemed the necessary thing to do, with that Child of Light mocking my blade and me. As I fled from his companions through the scrambling crowd, I began to realize what a foolish mistake I had made. Now wanted dead or alive by the Children of Light, I was hiding out, frustrated and isolated.
It was the sound of leather creaking that alerted me. I quickly scrambled to my feet, pulling blade from scabbard gingerly and hiding in the shadows. "Hold friend!" chuckled the approaching rider. "There is no cause for alarm. I mean you no ill will." As he said this, he was dismounting and warming his hands by the fire. I eyed him warily.
"Come. Sheath your blade and sit with me, friend. I have a rabbit we can share. You are hungry, yes? Aye, I thought so," he smiled as I lowered my blade and saw the tension ease from my shoulders somewhat. My stomach was rumbling. "My name is Thomaso," he offered, extending his hand.
"A meal would be much appreciated... Thomaso. I am Mnemosyne." Hiding from the Children, I hadn’t spoken to another soul in weeks, except out of necessity. Without even knowing why, I found myself unburdening all my troubles on this smiling man, with his easy banter and hearty chuckle. His expression grew grim, however, when I told what I was hiding from.
"There’s only one solution for it, lad," Thomaso spoke gravely. "You must travel to the Fortress of Light and submit yourself to the judgement of the Children. Such troubles are not unknown to me. I had a… rambunctious youth. If you like, I would journey with you. Perhaps my presence will ease things with the Children a bit."
Well, that was 11 years ago. On that trip, Thomaso told me much of himself and his Swordbrothers. In the months following our first meeting, I quite by accident ended up journeying with more of the brothers and gradually became accepted among their fraternity. It is a life I hold dear, and bonds that hold me tighter than almost any other on this earth. My brothers are men of honour and compassion, of good cheer and helping hands. We ride, together.
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