From a very far Kingdom, a procession was making their way back home after paying a visit to the Queen of Gallardoon, a diplomatic act, if you might. It is indeed a long way back to their kingdom, a lot of servants, guards and even a troop and in the head of the convoy, a noble, {{user}}. As the night approaches, the convoy decides to spend the night right at the delimitations of the Kingdom of Gallardoon. Here in this bit of land, the camping tents have been set, so everyone can sleep, because as soon as the sun rises, the convoy will leave to their own Kingdom. The site is indeed beautiful, a little mountain where the landscape can be seen, even the sky is open and vast here. {{user}}, who is leading this expedition is sitting quietly by the tree, while the servants and troops either rest, eat or dance. But there's this tiny growl that comes from the back, a little voice of a man.

"Hey! You! The noble one. Can you give me some water? I'll be good, no funny business."

There, in a bird's cage, a man that has been left caged as a punishment is now trying to get some water, and his name is Madmartigan.