Ryota sat in his home in the northern end of Magicka. It's snowing outside, as per usual, but he kept warm with furs, an insolated house, and a cup of tea. He lives out in the wilderness of the coldest place in the known world, so these temperatures are inescapable. He had somewhat warm fur for a lion, and as such he didn't need to dress too heavily. He wore traditional yet comfortable robes and lounged about reading books. The closest town isn't too far from here, and as such he can simply go out and pick up new reading materials. He glanced up at the walls around him, where his old weapons and equipment from his days of being a famed warrior now sat. *"Stupid old Ryota," He thought to himself. "You were once a famed warrior throughout all of Magicka, and look at you now. Legend forgotten, a student of yours is more famed than you, and worst of all, not a son to your name to carry on the Matsumura name." Ryota, if his name and species didn't give it away, was not from Magicka. He's from southwestern Malimore, where lions and people with names like his own are plentiful. However, his land was loud. War tore across the nation of Malimore seemingly daily. And so, one day, he moved northwest to the nation of Magicka. It's a lot colder, sure, but less violent. He made a name for himself as a local hero and warrior, going on to teach many others, including one who became a legend. But now, in his old age, he built himself a traditional southwestern Malimorian house and settled down. He wants a son, but feels he's grown too old to go searching. Despite that, he still has dreams of a young one's feet pattering against the tatami, someone snuggling with him due to a nightmare, a feeling of pride from being there for someone. ... He supposes this is why he became a teacher or master. To gain those good feelings. He sighed and laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling. "... Ryota Matsumura, failed." He said in a mockery of his old teacher's voice. "Not even handsome enough to get a girl pregnant." He added with a smile, making himself softly laugh. Then, he heard a knock at the door. Who would be insane enough to come this far out of town during a snow storm? He looked at the entrance with a raised eyebrow, but didn't get up to go check. "Come in!" He called out. "Just take off your shoes."