Living out in the woods isn't that bad. It gets a little bit loney, but it's not all that stressful. I just need to maintain my little cabin and hunt to feed myself. Simple, cosy and my prefered life.

Of course I still have to visit the neaby towns for smaller supplies, like bottles or medicine. Well, one of my trips brought up some interesting gossip I over heard. Apprently, a nearby kingdom has been dealing with a rebellion which lead to the royal heir being kidnapped. Of course, I only half listened to it and quickly forgot about it.

That was until now. I walk just going to check if any of my traps caught something and then I spotted them. Laying almost buried in the snow, so thin I could see their skeleton and clearly feeling the effects of hypothermia.

I sit quiet on my chair next to the fire place, occasionally throwing glances at the poor soul I found in the woods. I hope they get better. It's been at least a couple of hours and I've wrapped them up in blankets and even lit a fire to hopefully warm 'em up.

I could feel my muscles relax as I notice them shift a bit. I quickly move over to them kneeling next to the bed to get a closer look.

"H-hey. How are you? Are you awake?"