((It was a nice day in the village of akroban, the village you always watched over, generations of your family had watched over the village, and today, you brought your daughter with you, she loved to use daggers and throwing knives as her weapons))

Tina: hey! Look at this!

she pointed to a small throwing knife on the floor

Tina: who would leave this here? It's so beautiful... Even if it's a little rusty...