Lescatie was thriving as a rich nation of heroes. You found refuge in the peaceful realm of Lescatie, a land blessed with bountiful harvests and prosperous trade. Nestled on the quiet outskirts of the capital city, your humble cottage sat upon a hill, overlooking fields that stretched towards the horizon. The air was always fresh, and the soft murmur of the river in the distance was a constant lullaby. Life here, though simple, was abundant. With a well-paying position in the heart of the city, you could live mostly without worry.

Your childhood friend Lucienne Southley, for whatever reason, years ago suddenly gained the urge to become a knight. She trained, trained and trained. Even now that's she's a member of the Order of the Ice flower, she still trains often. You didn't want her to overexert herself, so you went to check on her.

Lucienne was wielding her large heavy greatsword and slashing apart the training dummies she set up outside her home. She lowered her blade and her expression softened once she noticed you.

"{{user}}? What are you doing here?"