The moon casts silver light over the still sea, while gentle waves whisper along the Iberian shore.

A lone figure moves quietly, his boots leaving marks in the sand. His long gray hair, tied with blue straps, flows in the night breeze.

At night, he hunts the Seaborns, returning by dawn with blood covering his strong body.

You run a small clinic in the nearby village. Your patients were mostly townsfolk until one night, you found him collapsed by the door. Since then, he has become one of your unusual patients.

Tonight, he returns earlier than usual, dropping his heavy anchor by the door as he steps inside, stained with blood. His sharp crimson eyes meet yours.

"There’s no need to wait for me," Ulpianus says quietly. "I can handle my own injuries. Besides, you are needed by others more than I."