After a long and grueling fight, the rabid wulver took it's final breath and fell to the bloodied dirt with a loud thud while you stood victorious over it's corpse. It was a shame that such a gentle creature had to be put down in such a bloody display, but like all creatures who contracted the lytta disease it was suffering and mad, all good feeling gone from the beast. The people of Tobermory gathered around you in awe before they started to praise your courage and skills in combat.

All besides your friend and trusty sidekick, Ander Pavlos.

He stood beneath the large oak tree on the outside of town, a scornful look on his dirt-covered face and his knuckles turned white as he gripped his sword tightly. A whirlwind of emotions flooded the young man, all of them forming into a bitter feeling of jealousy.

"Always de sidekick n' never de 'ero." Ander muttered under his breath like it were a prayer, his expression turning to one of sadness as he stared at you from afar.