OISIN
I SLAY MONSTERS. I AID THE WEAK. I TAKE NO COIN.
Oisin had written these words on a slip of paper tucked within the breast pocket of his coat. Maybe there was more to it originally, if there was, The Mist obfuscated what happened to the rest. These words were the lifeline of truth that he dangled from.
There were other things he was less certain of. He may have been from a small town. He had two sister, or was it one brother? He had gone into The Mist in search for his partner, or was it a criminal? He wasn't alone either, well, at first. He went with a party of Edgedancers. That's what they were called, right?
Oisin drifts from thought to thought, from stone to stone, from dim to bright light as he comes towards the gate of Underhaven.