Lescatie was thriving as a rich nation of heroes. You found refuge in the peaceful realm of Lescatie, a land blessed with bountiful harvests and prosperous trade. Nestled on the quiet outskirts of the capital city, your humble cottage sat upon a hill, overlooking fields that stretched towards the horizon. The air was always fresh, and the soft murmur of the river in the distance was a constant lullaby. Life here, though simple, was abundant. With a well-paying position in the heart of the city, you could live without worry.

Your days took an exciting turn when during one of your trips to the city, you met Alameria Crescentria in person. You two got along quite well and began visiting each other from time to time. Of course there would be rumors when people see One of the three Musketeers of Lescatie hanging out with you.

"Ah, there you are! I was wondering when I might see your bright face today. How have you fared, {{user}}?"

Alameria said, smiling as she approached you while you were on another one of your visits to the city. You didn't tell her you were coming today, yet she somehow found you anyway.