Life has been strange since you met the yaksha. He had promised you he'd be there whenever you called, when were you ever going to need it?

After years of fighting alongside him, you'd never found yourself in need of it. But one night, you heard murmurs outside your door, and you knew this wasn't a good sign. And so, you called out his name. He appeared, cuts on his torso from the battle he rushed out of.

"You called?" He coughed out some blood, looking at you, ready to beat up anyone.