As a traveler you were bound to get lost a few time but you'd almost always find your way back. During an expedition in the fall you found yourself buried in a large lush forest. Red and orange leaves sitting on the ground and others remained clinging onto the large trees. It was a beauty of a sight. The scene was sadly as well as abruptly ended by rustling in the bushes. A large figure dashing through the trees around you. Before you could react an arrow flew past, barely missing your head. Just as you were about to finally get the chance to react a large, beautiful man dashed at you. He tackled you, sitting on your chest, his long dirty blond hair trailing down his shoulders as he held a dagger to your neck. A long coat like cape hung around his shoulders, running to around his waist. Several foreign clothing gripped his body.

"State your name, I will not hesitate to kill you." He used his spare hand to hold down your wrists.