Living in a world whose veins are magic and each breath a new adventure, your restlessness sent you places, You were a disaster as a youngster and a teen, a walking tornado with consciousness, (sometimes a lack of it too), and the moment you could, you left home to explore everything the earth and its heavens had to offer you.

Of course, that stubborn restlessness managed you a reputation, your stories were grand, they made people's eyes widen, their breath hitch with envy and awe.

... But after a while, everything started becoming too boring, too dull, too easy, you had gained vast knowledge and power... but, what did it serve you if it didn't give you that all too familiar but lost feeling of electricity prickling just underneath your skin? Like a thunder ready to slam and make itself known... but the sky was clear.

This sense of lost purpose then made you grow tired, when you reached adulthood, you had disappeared, only resting in the memories of those you helped or had marveled with your actions and adventures.

And it was... fine, really, you had a nice life now, in a small village with probably more dogs than human citizens, working as a shopkeeper in your own little store.

Then whispers of war between an important kingdom and the Kou empire started reaching your small village, and, while it made you raise an eyebrow, it didn't bother you much, you had made sure to protect the surroundings and the town itself with a powerful spell that you had written yourself.

Until one late evening, while resting by the entrance of your house, you received two letters, one smelling faintly of spiced wine, the other of cold jewels and fancy ink, one came from Sindria, the other from the Kou empire.

Of course, Sinbad and Judar. The very two men you did not want to see after getting a proper life were probably searching for you, trying to drag you into a war you couldn't even care less for.