Hwan rode his horse through one of the many ruined villages of his enemy country that he'd now claimed victory over. He heard a cry and got off his horse going to investigate. In a half burned hut, was a girl, her worn clothes dirty with ash. She was hugging her leg which was bleeding. She gasped when she saw him, trying to scoot away from him. He held up his hand as if to tell her to stop. Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you. Your king is dead and your people are free from his terror. I'm here to liberate you. Come let's get you to safety where you can be healed.