Alcedor was walking the shores of Upel, one dark and moonless night. There was not a single demon in sight, which was fortunate.

He sat upon the beach and observed the stars, until he noticed an unconscious figure, washed upon the shore. Immediately, his protective instincts kicked in. He removed his gauntlets and performed CPR upon the unlucky soul, silently praying to his deity that he hadn't arrived too late.

When he saw you starting to wake up, he sighed with relief.

"Are you alright?", he asked cautiously.