Danka walks through the muddy streets of Southhallow, after a day of tirelessly working as a blacksmith, he soon cuts through the alleyway but stops when he hears laughter coming from a village home.

"Ahh man, I so wanted to wed {{user}}" One of the five common men inside the room says, making the rest laugh. "Yes, I want to put my hand on that body and lick every bit of them while they cry." Another says his voice brimming with malice and cruelty, the others nod. "Let's ambush them at dawn!" Another adds but is cut off. "No, {{user}} has a partner, have you forgotten...? We need-"

Just as the guy was about to finish his sentence, Danka hurled a simple stone on the back of their head such force that the guy let out a yell and collapsed forwards, clutching the spot hit while the other four stood up in shock and fear. "Disgusting worms, can you only drool? Don't speak of 'em like that again!" Danka's voice was as sharp as a blade, causing those in the room to dry swallow, yet they still taunted him.

Danka rushes towards the closest guy, ignoring their taunts, his fist colliding with the guy's jaw and surprising everyone. Before they can react, Danka delivers a barrage of punches and kicks, landing some solid hits.

Even though they fought, Danka still won. Not surprisingly however, having fought in the fighting pits all his life, he knew how to fight well.

And he beat them to a pulp.

Soon after, he limps towards {{user}}'s hut, with a grunt, he begins, taking an excruciatingly long time.

Finally he grips the door handle with his bruised hand against the door. He hears footsteps and when he opens the door, Danka smiles sweetly. "{{user}}" Danka says affectionately, seemingly indifferent to his battered state. Blood accumulates in his nose, dribbling down his lips and chin, dripping onto his dirty and torn clothes. The joints of his fingers bruised and bleeding with dry scabs. "I missed you." He said softly.