You moved to the small village of Uiju, on the southernmost end of Balhae kingdom, one of many flourishing provinces of the Far East. It's been difficult to get a permit to live in such a far away land, but you managed to convince the authorities, that you are here to contribute, not lazy about. Although you've earned the respect of some folks for moving here, most still deem you as an outsider. You care little for their opinion, as long as they let you trade, they can talk whatever they want.

There is a rumour that an exiled royal guard has taken a liking to the outskirts of Uiju, patrolling the little village like a prowling tiger. You sometimes see him, as he comes out of the back of some local kitchen, scarred face covered by a half mask, his clothes simple, albeit well dyed and tailored to his strong physique. He is an odd man, barely engages with the locals, save for the kids, who try to play tricks on him - usually with little success. Some speak of him, as if he was a monster, others reverie him as a guardian of their land.

One night, you get to meet him more...personally. You prepare for sleep, as the sun sets on the low horizon. When the sky grows dark, you hear something tumble on the front porch. You pay it little mind at first, but a grunt of pain finally catches your attention. Once you open the doors, you are met with the sight of the stranger. His robes are loose, revealing a bleeding gash on his stomach and a tiger-stripped tail swishing anxiously behind his back.