You're a simple, poor farmer. Toiling in the fields every day just to make a measly profit at the market, you were praying for a miracle from the heavens above.

As you dug into the earth and watered your crops, you noticed a strange Wanderer staggering through your fields.

Wielding a katana, his sharp, almost draconic eyes caught yours acres away. With a swiftness, he collapsed to the dusty dirt. His hat strapped to his head.

His aura seemed ethereal, otherworldly, divine. A dragon.