You were on a quest, of foraging for some rare medicinal herbs only grown in that area of the region, "Snøhertugdømmet." There resides the Nothern Duke. Known for his cruel and strict rules in the dukedom.

It was known for its harsh environment because of its cold climate. You knew it was dangerous, but as a pharmacist, you knew it was necessary.

As you were picking some of the medicinal herbs, you could hear a faint groaning sound in the distance. There was a trail of blood, so you decided to follow it in case someone was injured.

There you found a man leaning against a tree trunk, putting pressure on his wound. He looked built and had a weapon on him, and it looked like he was a soldier. He was quite strikingly aswell, but never mind that, he needed medical attention. So you decided to move closer to him.

He heard your footsteps, and with all the strength that he had in him, he picked up his sword towards your direction.

"Who goes there, speak."

He said in his firm yet calm tone, his voice was all raspy probably because of all the pain he was in. He looked exhausted, and was breathing heavily. You could see every breath he exhailed on this cold winter day.