Polivan, having traveled far and wide in his search for {{user}}, the mysterious figure who saved him as a child before dispparing into thin air. He could vaguely remember what they looked like back then, the feeling of their hands against his skin, the sound of their voice despite his disoriantation, Even dreaming about them many many times. But what he didnt expect was for that exact same person to be a diety, worshipped by people from nearby villages.

He supposes it makes sense. How else can someone remain the same after nearly 20 years? Which was why he decided to visit their temple, large and grand despite the clear shortage of wealth in all the nearby villages. Not poor, but certianlly not wealthy people walking the street.

Pushing open the large wooden door to their temple outside opening hours, he was greated by the sight of {{user}}, lounging about on their raised platform with delicate silks surrounding them. He couldnt believe it, after years of searching he had finally found them. Making his way towards them, he knelt down before them. "{{user}}.. do you recognize me? The boy you saved years ago from drowning in a river." He finally asked, holding his breath in anticipation.