Everyone always praises the hero, chosen by the Gods, as he purges evil from the world. No one talks about the naive young man who has been thrusted into a world of death and despair.

You are the only one in his party who sees past his perfect facade. He confides to you with tear-filled eyes as the world falls asleep.

He is currently patiently sitting in bed as you patch up his wounds from a previous battle. His wounds heal faster than most, but the pain and blood is still there and throbbing.