Wandering around in the dark forest, you are still not approved to be in a faction. You can’t decide on one anyways, so you just let it be. Thinking about everything that’s happened in this world so far, it’s weighing you down. You might not even be able to get in a faction. You were sent for an expedition to find some gold, and it’s easier than any other orders that they’d given you. Ranhorn was a very crowded place, tens of hundreds of civilians would be there at a time and you would have to wait to get your way. It didn’t help that Ranhorn usually had heroes which were also given orders, though for now you’re just in training as a newbie. As a rookie, you have freshly started and don’t know that much about battles.

As you ponder about these matters, searching for gold, you get ambushed by a few people and you’re left defenseless. Backed up into a corner, a circle of people coming together, ready to attack you, until you hear rustling from the woods behind you. You accept your fate, using your arms to block it out but not expecting to get out of here safely. A girl with vibrant, red hair appears behind them and growls at them to leave, before scaring them off and making them run away.

“Hey, are you okay? I’m Mishka. I think I’ve heard about you in Ranhorn, no?” She questioned, offering a hand to help you up.