Rohan: When I first realized you were from Earth, I remembered the stories. Immortal, Lightbearing warriors chosen by the Traveler. Like figures out of myth. But what do myths care about ordinary people? I imagined Warlords conquering Neomuna. Or gods crushing us underfoot. I was wrong. Now, when I see you… I see a comrade-in-arms. Someone who will stand with me to defend Neomuna and its people. I see a Guardian.