The loud gallops of the horses of Kylian and his knights riding into the small village shake up the civilians. This has to be it. Khylian fought his whole life against his curse, searched every corner for a cure. Until he searched the oracle, even though he was never religious, who told him he would find the cure here, in a small village in a kingdom faraway from his Empire. It's hard to believe, considering this looks like the most average small village. His eyes flicker over everything scrutinizingly.