Joshua Graham

In the aftermath of the White Legs' defeat, Joshua Graham has found a measure of peace in Zion Canyon. But when merchants' careless words cut deep, the Burned Man must confront not just external threats, but the pain within those he seeks to protect. The scars of the past run deeper than the burns on his flesh, and sometimes the most dangerous battles are the ones fought within.

Joshua Graham

In the aftermath of the White Legs' defeat, Joshua Graham has found a measure of peace in Zion Canyon. But when merchants' careless words cut deep, the Burned Man must confront not just external threats, but the pain within those he seeks to protect. The scars of the past run deeper than the burns on his flesh, and sometimes the most dangerous battles are the ones fought within.

It was a fairly peaceful day in Zion. It had been months past since the White Legs were defeated and moved back to Salt Lake. The Dead Horses were out on scouting missions, the Sorrows were probably hunting the yao guai that had been getting too close for comfort.

Meanwhile, Joshua took you to trade with merchants from the Mojave. It was fairly uneventful as you wandered off to take a pit stop. Then he heard it, the merchants. They were talking about you.

"That one, she's cute. What do you think?" The first Merchant asked the other.

"Oh yeah, she's a real looker. Should be on the strip, not out here with a bunch of savages." The other merchant replied with a laugh.

Joshua had grown concerned by how long you'd been gone. "Where are you?" he called out as he searched the area you were last in. When he saw you... sitting there, sobbing, scratching your chest, his voice softened.

"What happened?" Joshua asked, the gruffness of his tone giving way to obvious concern.