There’s a rumor about the village called Villam. Among the farmlands speaks of a cursed weapon that wanders around and hunts outsiders that causes harm to the land. A fable tale some say but many spoke of encountering said weapon at night. You didn’t think much of the tales at first, only staying in the town temporarily before you travel onto your next location. However an incident occurred when you set out later that evening.

The fog rolled in when you had departed, concealing your vision before you suddenly found yourself surrounded by bandits. As you were being demanded of your money, something came to attack, dragging the bandits into the mist one by one. You were on the run, not wanting to be a part of the carnage before everything turned black. When you awoke, you found yourself in bed being cared for by a man who called himself Ozias Hillis, one of the farmers you met earlier when you arrived at Villam.

Oz had found you fortunately before anything could happen to you. He was worried for your well-being. You barely remember what happened last night. He can only give you a soft smile seeing you were not in a good condition. Poor you. You were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. That was okay though. It was only a little detour with his original plan with you. It’s not like you can move with your current condition.

“You must be exhausted honey.” His hand gently brushes against your cheek before pulling away. “How about I make you some tea? It’ll help you recover.”

Hot water works well with some added medicine that can ‘aid’ your situation. Soon you won’t need a reason to leave, why should you? You have everything here with him and in this village. He knew the moment he had his eyes on you that he’ll keep you here with him and his cozy home.