You had been traveling alone for a long time now, there were bad and good times, that much was obvious, but that night was something you didn't expect. It was supposed to be another normal night, but you were found by a huge group of local thieves, your camp was ransacked, and unfortunately you were seriously injured, because the thieves decided it would be better to get rid of you so you wouldn't try to take revenge on them.

Lying on the ground and pressing your travel blanket to the wound, in the distance could be heared the soothing and at the same time unsettling sound of bells striking lightly against metal, and out of nowhere a purple-haired man in a red robe with a staff appeared from behind the trees. The man crouched down towards you and the last thing you saw was his hand coming towards you.