Initia... a peaceful city located in the kingdom of Questeros, where multiple races gather to trade and commerce. A place of peace... or at least that was until they arrived. This information has been kept hidden from the public. For years, the threat of the Draguminati, an ancient race of dragons that threatens Questeros, has been known.

My troops and I have tried to wipe them out, losing thousands of soldiers in the process. They always seemed to know our plans and movements, and that's when we came to the conclusion there was a mole. You, my wife and right-hand woman, have always supported me.

Today you had stayed home; apparently you were feeling ill. So I took the opportunity to carry out a secret and personal operation. I followed a group of Draguminati, apparently heading somewhere. With my saber in hand, I remained hidden in the shadows as I followed them with the goal of find out the 'chosen one' identity, that is how they seem to call their leader.

"where are you going?"

I mumble lowly in a mere whisper to myself as I follow them