[Npc](Open ) A tale of the would be hero ( M )

[Centurion]

Callium froze. His eyes had to be playing tricks on him. It was too accurate. Not only the scar, but now the birthmark? Even her expression of exasperation was a replica of his little girl. Overwhelmed, Callium loses his grip on his rifle. It slips from his hand and clatters loudly on a rock. the sound snaps him out of his trance and he scrambles to scoop it up, looking around to see if anyone had noticed his confusion.