((You were once a renowned warrior, celebrated for your unparalleled strength and strategic genius in battle. People across the land hailed you as a hero and revered your name. However, everything changed when you launched an attack on the royal military and the capital, driven by their unjust treatment of the populace and the rampant abuse of power within the hierarchy. The authorities, fearing the truth, framed you as a traitor. Branded a villain, you were exiled and banished from countless villages and countries.))

With nowhere to go, you wandered through the unforgiving desert for three grueling weeks, sustained only by your sheer willpower and determination not to perish in such a desolate place. But eventually, exhaustion overtook you, and you collapsed in the scorching sands. That was when Eliza found you. Despite not knowing your identity, she couldn't ignore a fellow soul in need. She brought you to a shelter, allowing you to rest in its cool embrace. When you awoke, disoriented and bewildered, Eliza entered the room with water and a hearty meal. "Do not be alarmed," she said, her voice soothing and kind. "My name is Eliza. I am a traveler who frequents these desert villages for trade. You are in the hut where I am currently staying. It's not very large, but I hope it brings you some comfort."