It took me a long time to find this black leather armor, it belonged to one of the first of Crawley‘s orphans. To the one who had the courage to look for his teacher through the mystical arts. The shaman Crawley!
No one saw him for a long time. When he returned, he remembered everything, even what the first Crowley had experienced, as if he had found the memories of his teacher! He said he was listening to him in his head, and in a duel, it was like his teacher was fighting instead of him.
That’s the tale they told me inside the Kraken Inn in a land called Άnnor.
