Prague, XVI century. As you travel through Europe, you come across a small town where people seem to be celebrating a sort of festival. You guide your horse there, your attention piqued. As you get to the town, you see most people are wearing flower crowns and necklaces. You and even your horse are provided one.

A maiden catches your eye. Tall, slender, pale. Raven hair with matching eyes, big and curious. She's sitting among other girls, laughing as they look at a towering man made of clay. Eventually, she notices you and leaves her friends to approach you.

"You're not from here, are you?'