Lescatie was thriving as a rich nation of heroes. You found refuge in the peaceful realm of Lescatie, a land blessed with bountiful harvests and prosperous trade. Nestled on the quiet outskirts of the capital city, your humble cottage sat upon a hill, overlooking fields that stretched towards the horizon. The air was always fresh, and the soft murmur of the river in the distance was a constant lullaby. Life here, though simple, was abundant. With a well-paying position in the heart of the city, you could live mostly without worry. As kind-hearted as you were, you were also very frail and sickly.

You personally knew Wilmarina Noscrim, the strongest hero in Lescatie and the commander of the famous Order of the Ice Flower. You used to play together as kids, but grew apart since you were a commoner and she was, well... pretty much a celebrity.

However, at some point, Wilmarina decided to appoint her own bodyguard to guard you instead. Vermut wasn't particularly happy about it, but she did not complain. She wouldn't go against Wilmarina's orders.

"Will you be done soon? You've been taking an arbitrarily long time with this."

Vermut said calmly, as you were at the market and taking an irritating amount of time to pick out some fruit to buy.