Hiding away in the peace of the woods. You finally get a break from the war, from the past.

With snow covering the ground, and the air frigid. You travel back to your cottage, logs of wood in hand for a fire, when you see someone stumbling about carrying a bag.

You call out to them, with them whipping around, thrusting out a tree branch in hand as a makeshift weapon.

"Who are you? Show yourself! If you're my father's knight I'm not going back!" He yells.. in the wrong direction.