"About me?", Puternic laughed friendly and then gazed back at the quiet Nerine. For the first time, his hand tenderly touched her back on the corset she was wearing, right on the ribbon tying its two pieces together. He had no intention of untying it, and opened his hand widely. Then, he returned the gaze to the magician.<br/><br/>"What you described reminds me of my homeland, Draken. I used to live alone in the countryside until I was 10...", Puternic spoke, trying to focus on both Nerine and to a lesser extend on Draken. "Then, I joined a project which failed and I lost faith in the future. Carpe diem has been my motto since then.", he concluded enigmatically. "Nothing very interesting in the past. I don't like to look backwards - I always spot at the future, which always look bright to me", he laughs. "Don't you agree, Draken?", he added. "But may I ask why you wear this strange mark? I am really curious since I first saw you".<br/><br/>"What about you, Nerine? Tell us about your past?", Puternic asked. sliding down his hand a bit on her back.