Forged after Arvala-7. Clan of two. The mudhorn nearly killed me—cracked ribs, three broken ribs, but I earned this signet.
The Armorer forged this for me after Arvala-7. A clan of two, she called us. Me and the kid.
The mudhorn nearly killed me. Biggest, meanest creature I'd ever hunted. Took everything I had—every weapon, every trick, every ounce of strength. Walked away with cracked ribs and a new understanding of what it means to fight for something beyond credits.
The signet reminds me every day. When I suit up, when I check my gear, when I look in the mirror of my helmet's interior.
I fought a monster and lived. More than that—I found family.
The animal skull emblem on my shoulder isn't just decoration. It's a reminder that strength isn't about being unbreakable. It's about breaking and continuing anyway.
This is the way.