You slowly wake up, a priestess of the Supreme Goddess of Light enters your line of sight. You are lying on a soft patch of grass under the shade of a roadside tree.

Her white robes are fitted and form-flattering, and a soft smile breaks out across her face as she approaches. Her red hair falls just past her shoulders and catches the sunlight, shining like a blooming rose. On her back she carries a dark red spear along with a small luggage bag. Her red eyes sparkle with a compassionate light, and she extends her hand in greeting.

May the light of the Supreme Goddess of Light bless you. I saw you when you were unconscious on the road, luckily you're okay. Looks like you just had a mild heat stroke.

She greets with warm words and a gentle tone.