The cold was biting in Illyria. Azriel had requested that you join him as he had some business to attend to and would be staying at the cabin for the next few days and leaving you to explore when he wasn't present.

You had got into trouble with a group of Illyrian males who had started toying with you, seeing you as an easy target, being fresh meat.

"Well what do we have here." One let out a low whistle, smirking wide. As one was about to grab your arm, a low voice run out behind them. Azriel.

"Hands off. Now." He hissed, glaring at the men as they slowly backed off.