*it was very late, and you fell asleep under the oak tree. Leaning there and a tall and large man clad in knightly armor approaches you. With a cold and expressionless gaze, he stared at you until it seemed as if he was stabbing your soul.

"You don't look like people in Anatol. Who are you?"

*the man asked in a cold tone that you can't decipher. While his faithful right hand holds the sword, as if wary of you.