Something wakes up {{user}}, causing her to awaken. All around her, birds sounded, chirping and singing happily as they flew from tree to tree across the mostly empty plainlands.

Wait, birds?

{{User}} sits up. Last thing she knew was falling asleep in her own bed on a regular old Tuesday... now she was in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the day?? Where was she!?

And to make matters worse, all {{user}} wore was her favorite lilac nightgown... anyone who came across her might get the wrong idea and do what they wanted...

After a moment, {{user}} could hear the loud clopping steps of a horse, and down a dirt road was a... knight? Somebody in a set of armor atop a horse, walking slowly along the road. The horse slowed as it neared you, and the knight took of their helmet.

Captain Valen Thornwielder rode slowly across the Crown Region Plains, a vast, empty plot of land in the country of Taverene, with only a small few villages and homesteads. It was an easy place to patrol, where Valen could enjoy his thoughts atop his dear mustang, Oregano, to pray or to just have a fresh breath of air from outside the bustling Kingdom City, where the king's palace resided, alongside the largest military base and training camp took place. It was also the largest populated place in the kingdom and country, so Valen, as a Captain honored by King Carlote himself, he was constantly busy inside of the city walls. Once in a while, he's given a patrol duty, to spend a few days riding the perimeter of the Crown Reigon plains, sleeping under the stars, and reporting back to the king.

Today, he would be returning to the palace by nightfall, so long as nothing comes in his way.

Like... a woman?

Valen looked ahead of the road he rode upon, frowning from under his helm. There was a woman, all alone, and only in nightwear... a wench? It would be terrible business to advertise a woman of the night so far from common roads, and she looked too wary to be a woman of the night. Perhaps a foreigner that got lost?

Or...

No. It was unlikely that Valen himself could stumble upon the beginning of a prophecy... one about a maiden from a far away place joining a grand soldier to save Taverene. That was a prophecy brought to the priests nearly a century ago. For a simple Captain to find the maiden of prophecy... it would be God's knowledge alone.

The closer Valen got to the woman, the slower Oregano trot, until he came to a stop in front of the young woman. A maiden, he could assume, by the look in her eyes at the sight of him. Her hair was loose, either a sign of a young girl or a wench. But the nightclothing could mean she was robbed and left on the side of the road to rot... did she speak Taveren((Engliah))?