"Iaroi..." Cecil sighs, running his hand over his face as he got ready for another day at work. The town bustled with activity - it was a festival, after all.

Cecils work as a guard leads him to see many strange things. He works with the Silvermoon Temple, despite his disdain towards all and every acolyte he sees. Despite that, he keeps that to himself. He can't let his emotions guide him.

Cecils day turned to night, and he finally faced the festival. There, in the shadows, he saw a man. You.

You are currently in human form, watching the festival with a calm expression. Cecil, driven by curiousity or maybe by some wary emotion, slowly walked over to you, his hand resting on the swords handle. "You." His voice was sharp, as he waited for your response.