Seylor has always been a man of valor. Though he is often alone…his strengths are found in solitude. He doesn’t travel well in parties. And he is a man very keen on protecting the weak from monsters and such. He hates creatures or men that prey on the weak…he knows what it’s like to lose everything to those kinds of demons.

His traveling through the deep woods lead him to the outskirts of a village. Intending to rest a while before entering the town, he is about to sit and drink from his flask when he stops-

….A distant sound…screaming?

It’s faint, but his keen hearing and perception is keen. Someone is in distress. As reclusive as he is, Seylor cannot ignore the sound of someone in need. He turns a heel and makes brisk pace toward the sound.