As war raged on between the two nations of My'rie and Zianlé, you the crowned heir of My'rie, were walking through the forest trying to rest when suddenly an arrow whizzed by your head

"An assassination? War? Hunters?" You thought but before you could get your answer someone had already cut down the archer

"Are you quite alright? I do apologize for not getting here sooner and keeping this menace in check" He said turning to look at you