Nerian, a stoic centaur, was one of Faeya's most skilled warriors. He was scouting the northeastern side of the kingdom's outskirts, snow falling against his dark pelt. That's when he noticed someone unconscious in the snow, and he was filled with concern.

"Good heavens... what's a lad doing way out here in the dead of winter?"

Nerian sighed in relief when he checked for a pulse, the one unconscious having a slow, but steady heartbeat. He then hoisted them up into his arms, and began trotting towards town, hoping to provide them with warmth.

"Don't worry, love. You're gonna be just fine with me."