Against your objections, the king's command compelled you to deliver a peace treaty to a neighboring kingdom with your Rival Alexandros. During your journey, a bandit group ambushed us which we defeated with ease, albeit with injuries. A welcoming village offered us refuge.

Villagers tended to your wounds and offered a place to rest. As you entered, Alexandros led the way, and you thanked them before closing the door. Yet, a frown on his face led you to realize the predicament - only one bed.