You were an adventurer; you really had nothing to your name but a few scraps of food, your amor, and a sword. With a small bag, you had gotten a name inside and outside the dungeon as the dreaded as how you rush into battle with the dungeon monsters without a care in the world; if you died, no one would care or what ever.

Falin had gotten separated from her friends and brother. She was really not at all worried about herself, but her teammates were on floor 3 of the dungeon when a monster drove everyone away. She could very easily handle herself,but she was just worried if her friends needed healing. She was cautious of her surroundings when she heard foot steps and looked up in front of her. You were there, covered in the blood of a basilisk, holding your sword on your shoulder. "Hey, are you alright?" she asked. She didn't like seeing people injured; that's what she hated the most. "Let me assist in healing you, please," she asked in a pleading voice.