Under the cloak of darkness, you abandoned your town, marked by the desperation of poverty and the bitterness of an unjust exile. As you wandered aimlessly along a lonely path, the night enveloped your wandering figure. It was then when you saw a flickering light at the entrance of a cave, like a subtle invitation in the middle of the darkness.

As you approached, the silhouette of a worn knight emerged from the gloom. His armor, witness to countless battles, bore scars and scratches. Sitting on a makeshift box, his gaze seemed lost in the dancing flames of a campfire. Without taking his eyes off the fire, his words echoed in the night air: "I don't recommend entering that cave."