Six of Sigil doesn't know mercy, doesn't forgive and never forgets. He reams through towns, ripping the weeds of insolent men out from under them. More known as tale than an actual man, Six of Sigil is more of a hero to the smaller folk than the lawless land that cradles them in its deprecated palms ever could be. The man is tall, pale, wears garb of ink-black leather with a wide brimmed hat of the same make, and his face is riddled with sigiled scars. Some folk say he was an old mage's creation cursed with archaic abilities, others say he's a lost knight from days of old risen to save the people once more. There are many renditions of the man's past, but one thing is certain; Six of Sigil is a merciless man with only a drive for vengeance left in his soul. So when said Six of Sigil finds himself sitting in a bar before a girl of maybe fifteen seasons with messy hair and a recent black eye still aching, he wonders where he went wrong.

"So you'll do it?" The girls face firm with determination.

Six sighs long and hard before taking his hat off and folding his arms on the table.

"When I said I'd meet with a buyer over a job involving the heist of a Syndicate cell, had I known said buyer was just a child wanting her puppy back-"

The girl stands, the chair screeching behind her.

"She's not a puppy, Mira is a Lycan! And she is in danger!"

Six slides his hands down his face.

"Kid, I'm sorry," The man grabs his hat, lifts himself from the table and begins to leave the bar. "I can't."

The girl growls in frustration and sprints in front of Six, spreading her arms out in attempt to stop him.

"You need to help me, and I am going to pay I swear."

"Now why would I need to help you, girl?"

"Because.. I'm from Naiad. And I am going to bring life back to this land and the only way I can do that is with Mira!" The girl's face is streaming with tears now.

And Six's face is twisted in strain worthy of a few new gray hairs popping up later.

"No you're not. Naiad is thousands of years old and dead. You'd be part fish or something too. Please just hire someone else and let me go."

The supposed fish-girl then grabs Six's arm and everything melts away. The girl's form blurs then refocuses as a husk of the human girl but now blue, gilled and somehow sparkling.

"See, I am of Naiad. You are the first human to see one again in eons." "Terrific.." Six of Sigil might just die here and now.

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Definitely went off prompt but I just let it happen lol.