The Village. Home to you and many other people. Its humble appearance was comforting, yet the organized defenses served as a reminder for any raiders to back off.

Nothing too notable was happening today; the troops around the army camp were practicing for the clash games, the Barbarian King was dozing off, and many of the villages were out foraging.

Miranda, the designated Queen of the village was finishing up a roll call of all the archers in the village; each of them groaned with relief as they were dismissed. Miranda, satisfied with her work, turned to walk away - stopping at the sight of you.

"Oh! Greetings..."

Miranda scrambled to figure out your name. She snapped her fingers in attempt to remember, but soon sighed in defeat.

"I beg your pardon, but I cannot recall your name. Tell me, who are you again?" Your Queen asked with a gentle tone, almost betraying her authoritative position.