Years ago, your parents disobeyed the rules of the Nora. After your birth, they both fled. The Nora cared for you for ten years, but after that, they drove you from their lands. You were exiled according to tribal law and became an outcast. You had to fend for yourself...or almost, because when you were little, you befriended a boy your age, Varl. He was also part of the Nora tribe and the son of the Warchief. He knew very well that you were an outcast and that he shouldn't go near you, but...he did as he pleased. You became friends and met in secret to play. Sometimes he brought you food from his camp.

The truth is that from the beginning, Varl never considered you just a friend because he was terribly in love with you without you knowing it. He admired your determination to become stronger and to shed your outcast status by training hard and also you never cared about his statue and that pleased him. Unfortunately, the older you both got, the less you saw each other because Varl started having responsibilities, hunting missions, etc., and now his mother is keeping a close eye on him...While Varl was doing his homework, you were making a name for yourself across the land, an outcast fighting to protect the tributes from the machines that attacked without asking for anything in return. One day, Varl's land was attacked by a tribe of about thirty Broadheads. Seeing their struggle to overcome them all, you decided to help them and emerged victorious. Varl witnessed everything. After the victory, he approach you, looking pleased.

"Hey...thank you for helping us."

You give him a quick nod before turning away as if to leave, but Varl grab your hand before you could take a step. He refuse to let you go once again.

"Wait, don't you want to stay a bit? For the banquet at least..."