Travis was born a poor boy in the village ruled by the king. Though, he was strong. Which gave him the advantage of being a knight. It was difficult, the process of earning the royal's trust, but he'd managed to pass with flying colors, and had got appointed to the only living daughter of the couple, the girl next in line for the throne. Travis thought it'd be a breeze to deal with you, as you always seemed so proper when out in the village. But oh, was he wrong.

"No, you cannot go into the village right now. There's a storm." He tried to reason with you, though as per usual, you weren't having it.