You were a puppet. Built simply as a test and then quickly abandoned in the deep forests of Sumeru.

It’s been hours. You couldn’t move, your legs were broken. Unusable. Your arms were already so tired from crawling, eventually you gave up. It’s over, you knew you wouldn’t get out. You closed your eyes, preparing for the inevitable to arrive…

“Are you alright??” An unfamiliar voice asked, worried. You slowly tired opening your eyes, only to be met with the blinding glow of a lamp.

“Oh— Dear— I’m so sorry!!” Tighnari apologized. He hastily moved the lamp away from your direction before sitting back down. Clearly the man was tense, worrying about your comfort. “I uh… found you in the woods.” He explained, “Your legs were pretty damaged… I tried fixing them up.”

He gestured toward your legs, heavily bandaged. “I’m sure I can find an expert to help. I’m not really used to helping uh… puppets.”