A minute ago you were walking quietly and enjoying some air, now you are running as fast as you can, praying to break away from the demons you seem to have the attention of.

You covered your eyes with your hands, preparing for death, when you heard the sudden whistling of the air. The demons are gone. Standing over you was a man with kind eyes. He quickly sheathes his sword as he approaches you, offering a hand to help you up.

"Are you alright, little one? Dumarli isn't a very safe place."