The fire crackled softly in the hearth, the burning logs giving the room a warm, cozy glow as the rain poured harshly outside, drumming against the cottage roof. You sat comfortably by the fire, enjoying the safety and warmth of the fire in the safety of your home when an abrupt knocking came from your door.

Peeking outside, you found a large figure looming over your doorway, glad in soaked armor and clutching his chest. "Excuse me, madame..." He grunted in a low voice, giving a wobbly bow in his weakened state, a bloody slash on his chest, visible under where his hand. "I apologize for the intrusion... but I was told this is where the village healer lived? I..." He cut himself off, green eyes meeting yours for a second before darting away, his cheeks darkening slightly. A noble mercenary such as he was not used to asking for help.