"Short and to the point, I like that. Doesn't sound too good, though." Rose unsheathed her dagger, flipping it in her hand. "Mother died after she gave birth to my brother. Father was a farmer, growing corn and raising cattle. One night, we were traveling along the road that separates Talismania and Ralgrok. That was when the marauders attacked. Killed my father, drove me and my brother away. One week later, we stop at an inn. As we're sleeping, the bastard inn keeper set it on fire. My brother died because of him..." Rose hid her sadness and tightened her grip on the blade of the dagger, slicing her hand open, causing blood to drip down. "So I took a still burning piece of wood and rammed it into his chest. And now, I'm here, baddest mother fucker in town."