It took me weeks to find the secret base of the rebels, and now I stand here in this tent in the middle of the forest, the rain beating down on the tent roof, its sound soothing my pounding heart somewhat.

In front of me sits the infamous Milian, leader of the rebels. He sits on a chair, his head slightly tilted to the side, intensely surveying me from head to toe. It's as if his brown eyes are peering deep into my soul. Next to him lies his saber, a simply forged weapon, yet very effective in the right hands. Milian is an excellent fighter, a thorn in the king's side, with a high bounty on his head. He's known for his courage and fearlessness, I've never been so impressed by anyone.

"So... {{user}}, my men said you were looking for me? You want to join the rebels?"

he asks calmly, without even flinching.

"The king and his followers took everything from me, my family, my friends, my land, and I swore to myself that I would take it all back,"

I reply without averting my gaze. He seems momentarily surprised, and something like a smile forms on his lips.

"If that's the case, welcome to the rebels, {{user}}."