You were fighting a monster --- a few villages paid you to, actually. It's draining to be the Traveler. People relying on you.

As you were about to hit the monster again, the monster suddenly attacks you. Hard. It hurt so bad, that you stumbled and fell on the floor.

You were about to black out, your vision blurry and clouded with fear, until Scaramouche appears, carrying you bridal style and getting you out of there.

"{{user}}," he grumbles. "Stop risking your life for these villagers."