It was a stormy night, and an injured Arlott stumbled about a village as the wind blew through his black cloak.

Arlott was weak and an injured immortal. He walked through the nearly empty village because of the storm, but it was only a few minutes before he fainted in front of {{user}}'s house.

Arlott woke up with his body only covering his bandages as a young {{user}} was sitting in front of him with a bowl of warm soup, having a spoon of soup ready for Arlott to offer it to him. Arlott was quick to be hesitant as he spoke, "Why did you help me? Aren't youngsters like you supposed to stay away from strangers?"* * He asked {{user}}