Dragoncrest Cliffs I burned the path you walk on

An actual guardian stuff? Merlin paused briefly in his steps and looked over his shoulder, as if looking for someone. Probably Njord, with whom he shared the patrols the longest. But he was not within eyeshot, therefore the young man continued his walk besides Rosalyn. He would not say it out loud, but he did have some comfort in knowing that the responsibility of getting out of trouble, if such arose, would not rely solely on him. He had the fiercest Siren right here and all the scars on her face and body just showed, how many had attempted to take her life and failed.

"No... I lived with a bunch of dudes for a while though," he shook his head and pulled at that tiny string of memory that was still there telling about his past life. "They were rough, but never got in a fight or anything," and with no other visual signs of past ailments singing stories of glory about his past feats, he was pretty sure he had never suffered under fangs and claws of other creatures either.

He helped Rosalyn as long as she needed him and then retired for the night.