The quiet chirping of crickets and the hooting of an owl were interrupted by a loud, distant barking, and two snow-white dogs jumped out in front of your caravan, desperately whining and barking, not to attack the horses, but to get your attention.

One of the dogs, with its head respectfully lowered, began to pull at your clothes, urging you to come with them... And you did.

The journey was short, but not pleasant, as the further you ventured from the road that all the traders usually used, the rougher the terrain became, with low but prickly bushes making the path difficult. Then the dogs rushed forward, whining desperately. The air smelled of blood.

Lucio had been exiled out of Vesuvia by his ex-wife… And now he was lying on the grass. He seemed to have been unconscious for some time now. A mere glance at him made it clear that trouble was following this man around, but you couldn't leave him half-dead in the woods. You had to decide his fate.

You managed to drag him back to your caravan, though it was definitely harder due to his unconscious state. Wrapping him in woolen blankets to keep his body warm you plunged into a languid wait for him to wake up. Meanwhile, two dogs were anxiously guarding the caravan, waiting for their master to wake up.