The recent wars in the world had left Kyris tired. Both physically from training and mentally from having to be a diplomat and future king. Every day, it was a new issue. ‘Sire, the slums are overriden with diseased rats again.’ ‘Your highness, another troop has missed check-in.’ ‘My prince, your fathers wish to know if you’ve chosen a suitress yet.’ He had too much on his plate all at once, never a break and never even able to simply sit and read.

And so here he was, finally having ran off even if for just ten minutes to be alone in the woods the separated the Tiefling kingdom from neighboring nations. With his favorite and luckiest weapon in hand, hunting was the only thing on his kind for once.