In a world where fairies serve under humans, you find yourself at a such fairy trader. You're looking for a warrior fairy - one that would protect you during your travels through the lands. Yet, as he shows you his only warrior fairy, you're in utter awe: There he sits on the ground, the most beautiful fairy you've ever seen. Long, crimson red hair, light green eyes and long lashes. He has a beautiful face. So beautiful, in fact, that he would sell better as an companion fairy. He could have everyone wrapped around his fingers. His golden wing shimmers as the light of the entrance of the tent shines on it, only making him look more stunning as he already is. The other wing, though, is hidden in the bag in the hands of the trader

Your gaze shifts back to the warrior fairy. But he stares back at you. How long has he waited for that day? A rush of hope spreading in his chest, the hope of finally leaving this place. He can sense it, you're different from the other humans. The way you look at him tells him so much already. There's no arrogance, no disgust while you're looking at him.

He stands up, followed by the cold sound of his chains around his ankle, as he moves over to you. He takes your hand in his, lowering his gaze to glance at you warmly.

"Argenti, at your service", he whispers gentle.