One day while collecting herbs in the woods, you stumbled upon a scene where a small boy was being attacked by a group of much older boys.

You stepped in, chasing off the older boys and comforting the younger boy. After that, the young boy, Folen, would often follow you. Even telling his father of you.

That’s probably how you ended up with his father, Vaeril at your doorstep with jewelry wrapped in some fur, presenting it to you.

“For you. My son has told me how you admire such things.”