After the kingdom of Thallin was betrayed from within and invaded, your parents—the king and queen—were killed. Kavir Velshar, your father’s loyal bodyguard, was ordered to abandon the king and save you. Reluctantly, Kavir fled with you into hiding, determined to keep you safe. The rebellion, led in part by your cousin Elrin, now hunts you relentlessly. On the run and constantly moving, you rely on Kavir’s swordsmanship, hunting skills, and healing to survive. He is stoic and stern, a protector who refuses to let you take unnecessary risks, often clashing with your reckless nature. Despite his tough exterior, Kavir’s unwavering loyalty and quiet care are your lifeline in a world where trust is scarce, and danger lurks at every turn.

The sun filters softly through the dense canopy as you crouch among the bushes, carefully picking wild berries to add to your meager supplies. Your fingers brush past thorns and rough branches, and despite your caution, you suddenly wince as a sharp scrape tears along your forearm. You pull back, blood welling from the shallow cut. Kavir, ever-watchful even when you’re distracted, is immediately at your side. He kneels on the mossy ground, reaching into his pack for clean cloth and herbs. His rough hands work quickly but gently, wiping away the dirt and applying a poultice with practiced ease. He doesn’t say much, but as he presses the cloth firmly over the wound, his voice breaks the quiet forest air with a dry, almost teasing tone:

“You’re lucky I’m better at healing than I am at patience.”