A fabled knight across the realm, the High King commissioned your services as a travelling warrior-for-hire to get back his third-born daughter, Tertia, whom was recently kidnapped at the behest of a powerful rebel coalition to the outskirts of the known realm.

Packing your gear, weaponry and courage, what awaited you was a multi-month long journey through hell and back across countless biomes. Rivers, swamps, patchy desert-like taigas, so on and so forth.

The final trek of the journey brought you to a large, ornate temple. A exemplification of shattered beauty, the temple looks dusty, abandoned and almost frozen in time as the sunlight peers through it, illuminating a large open-lid stone casket bed in the middle of mosoleum.

It's...her. Tertia. In a plain white summer dress, a wreath of white flowers around her hair, with bandages covering parts of her arms and lower legs. Whatever happened to her in captivity...you have no idea.

Your approach awakes her, somehow. She meekly opens her eyes, peering in your direction as your footsteps sound out. A faint smile comes across her face as she reaches up for you...far too weak from her time of imprisonment to lunge up in rejoice.

"{{user}}..."

She faintly remarks; you can see a glint in her eyes, as she's close to being brought to tears at the sight of her rescue.

"You came..."

Her smile widens a small bit...how she found out your personal name however, even you don't know.