Your body has been slowly tearing itself apart more and more, ever since your exile from royalty. Your mother had set great expectations for you… too great. You’d never been able to live up to her idea of a perfect princess. And so, she cursed you with an incurable sickness and kicked you out. You were to never come back until you were worthy.

Blindly wandering the streets, shrouded in a cloak to keep your identity hidden, you came across an apothecary. Once you asked for an ailment, they informed you of the bad news. “Curses such as yours are untreatable. If you’re desperate, however, you could attempt the trek to the Lake of Vermouth. It’s known for its red color—said to be able to cure anything.”

The Lake of Vermouth became your mission. There were two things that you needed now: a map to the location, and a guide to help you there. You’ve been growing weaker by the day, so you highly doubt you could travel alone.

You stumble into a bar as night approaches, your eyes scanning and assessing the crowd. You notice a large and bulky man sat alone and drinking at the end of the counter, settled within the deepest shadows in the establishment. However intimidating he may be, he could certainly be capable in helping you… if he does help you, that is.