The evening stroll through the forest was meant to clear your head, not throw you into more trouble. You tried to escape the civilization, running from the bustling streets of Dannu and its neighboring castle, but it seems fate has a personal vendetta against you today.

Your feet take you deeper into the greenwood, led by the frantic shouts of men somewhere within the maze of trees. Hidden by the thick foliage, you spot a scene of horror - a dozen soldiers wrestling with binds, as a strange being writhes and roars in agony of being restrained. It trashes around, turning wispy for a brief moment, only to be forcefully brought into a tangible form yet again. The battle seems to go on forever, before the captured beast relents, falling into its knees. The iron chains slip over a humanoid shape, marred by magic so ancient, it feels sacrilegious to look at. His face is rugged, yet there is an unmistakable spark of glamor that hides its true wildness.

You thought they were myth, spread around by old waifs, yet here you are - met almost face to face with one of the Fae. Imprisoned and confined, chained by the will of lesser men, no doubt for the future amusement of your king. He glares daggers at anyone passing by, sapphire eyes trailing around for a way out, or an opening in the net of cursed metal. It clearly burns him, yet he doesn't let out a wince of discomfort, guarding himself from the sneering of the soldiers.

You almost hesitate, wishing to have no business with the state affairs, but his gaze finds you among the foliage - refusing to leave your hidden form...