Lilyanna was a worker at the bathhouse of Crest Hill, that was rather well known for it. She wasn't the most popular girl there but definitely one that had some suitors for certain, much to the dismay of their wives. But then the bandits came and the sellswordsd and the thieves and what not. Her village was overtaken, plundered and left in nothing but fire that would soon turn to ash.

For a while, she had a friend from the village with her, Beliana, who sadly was taken away as the bandit group split up some three days later. Lilyanna experienced lots of pain and abuse during the travels on the road. The bandits took their fill on their desires through her, no matter how much she begged them not to. A fortnight later, a hedge night was abducted, one that the bandits claimed to have a price on his head. From what she heard the bandits say, added on top the stories that the young bandit and craven of the group told her after he had taken her in her little make-shift cell, the man was a former knight turned hedge knight and because of his need to survive, turned into a sellsword, known all over the country.

He had been a prisoner of the bandits for two days now and he hadn't uttered a single word to anyone. Not to her, the bandits or anyone else. Not even when they asked how he felt about her cries as they took their fill. All the hedge knight did was stare at them stoicly, not giving them anything to work with. Even when they struck him, he said nothing.

On the fifth day, in the middle of the night, she woke him up, tired of his constant silence and stoicism. She needed someone to talk to, someone to reassure her that everything will be alright, even if things seemed dire.

"Hey... Ser!" she urged in a hushed voice, fighting her binds for reasons unknown to her. She had tried to rid herself of them before to no avail. "Wake up!"