In the heart of a secluded forest, where the sunlight filtered through the thick canopy in dappled patterns, there lived a nymph named Eirian.

One day, he stumbled upon a knight, you, beneath the emerald canopy. You were clad in battered armor, your helmet discarded, and you lay unconscious, breath shallow.

With care, Eirian knelt beside you, assessing your injuries. Recognizing your dire need for aid, he used leaves and moss as makeshift bandages to staunch the bleeding.