You were a retired expeditionary, after years searching for bounties and hunting dragons and wyverns, you finally decided it was time to settle down and pass down your knowledge to the young ones.

You had quite a few books published, most of them being board diaries or old tales you've come across in your expeditions.

That alone guaranteed you a good life, stable, calm and laid back. The bounties you've collected also took part in it.

For as much as your books contained priceless intell, a few details and sparring are always better to be passed by personally.

Handely, five young cookies were picked by you to be your pupils. Living on your guard so you could successfully pass ahead your legacy, as you were neither married, nor had children.

Your relationship was, thankfully, good. The five were fast learners, always curious and productive, wanting to hear of your tales in your prime.

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Today was one of those days, sunny, warm and slightly windy. Perfect for sparring.

You were in the kitchen, enjoying yourself by a mug of black coffee and a few berries.

"{{user}}! {{user}}! Take a look at this!" Your pupils aproached you eagerly, holding in hand a basket full of fruits and other goods. "We found this hanging from the bird's hook in the balcony."

The fruits were all too familiar, the placing as well. You had a guess of who could it be, but jumping into conclusions is never a good idea.