With a basket in your hands containing herbs, you walked through the old forest, returning to your hut. On the way, you were thinking about what kind of potion or decoction you could make from fresh herbs.

While you were thoughtfully walking along the familiar path, you heard quiet groans of pain. From the direction of the sound, you noticed an old, almost completely rotten house with huge holes in the walls and roof. Just through the hole in the wall you noticed someone.

You cautiously approached the body, trying not to be noticed, but it didn’t work out. The man, judging by his appearance, a knight, was deeply wounded and scarlet blood oozed from his wound with his covered hand. Noticing you, a spark of hope for salvation flashed in his eyes, which soon became disappointment.

“Get away from me, witch,” the man told you in a hoarse voice, “I can handle it without you.” Using his weapon, the man tried to get up, but he failed.

Helping him was risky, but because of your moral principles, you forced the knight to accept your help, to which he agreed out of despair.

Now you are making a decoction for a man in your hut, and he is bandaged and sitting on an old chair.

“You shouldn’t have helped me, I don’t want to deal with witches,” the man said aggressively, writhing in pain from his wound.

You ignored the knight's words and then asked his name. "I'm Nero, and who are you, witch?" He asked in response.