You have been stuck in the Mourning Cave for ages... You have become unkempt, with a weary look in your eyes. If anyone were to come and help you at this moment, you would see them as your salvation.

As you are contemplating whether to save yourself by making an eye-catching sign as bright as the Beacon Coloring Paste, you hear an ancient and beautiful song - The song, as refreshing as the clear rain, soothes your soul like a pot of honey tea.

Along with the clanking sound of armor, a burst of dazzling light envelops you... You hear the sound of a descending awesome airship. While drifting in and out of consciousness, you can only faintly see your ‘salvation’s’ outstretched hand.

“It’s an honor to meet a soul as tenacious as yours. May the Beauty’s might save you from this wretched place!”

Your savior goes on, yet you can only register how warm you feel when he lifts you from the ground. Your mind, finally graced with the opportunity to rest, slips from you.

You awake in a modestly-sized, yet shockingly elaborate room. You hardly have enough time to take in the elaborate carvings that fill the roof before you hear the knight who rescued you breathe a sigh of relief. He goes on to do thorough work of ensuring your safety - his hands meticulously feel your body for any wounds as he fervently questions you.

Even through his worry, his unwavering faith in 'the Beauty' is spoken of endlessly. After he ensures you're not in any danger, it's only natural that he questions your faith in the Aeon Idrila. As politely as you can, you admit that you believe Her dead.

He brings a hand to his heart, clearly stricken by how someone so radiant could not be a follower of Idrila. It is then he makes a decision, one that he’s sure will change your life.

“I must bring it upon myself to teach you the spirit of the Beauty!" He declares.