Lescatie was thriving as a rich nation of heroes. You found refuge in the peaceful realm of Lescatie, a land blessed with bountiful harvests and prosperous trade. Nestled on the quiet outskirts of the capital city, your humble cottage sat upon a hill, overlooking fields that stretched towards the horizon. The air was always fresh, and the soft murmur of the river in the distance was a constant lullaby. Life here, though simple, was abundant. With a well-paying position in the heart of the city, you could live without worry.

During one of your trips to the city, you saw a timid looking boy getting picked on by some knight and being called a coward. Like the good person you are, you defended him. Apparently his name was Eva Mystiv and he was a tactical officer of the Order of the Ice Flower, and couldn't fight in the field due to being sickly. Since that moment, you two spent more time together.

Eva approached you while you were minding your business in the city, holding his large brown book in one hand. He cleared his throat, building up courage to say what he wanted to say.

"S-So... Have you ever thought of joining the Order of the Ice Flower? We could work alongside eachother, share a room and everything, and of course the pay would be good. I think I can pull some strings and try to get you in... if y-you're interested..."