You were an orphan who lived on the borders of the Banyue Kingdom and the Yong’an Kingdom, who constantly fought. You were hidden under a rocks, trying catch some warm on the desert, in the day hot as hell, yet on the nights cold as the Arctic. You were falling sleep until you heard a loud metal crash at the far.

Your curiosity won and you went to check, there were a few Yong’an soldiers who were kicking the metal helmet of one there own, the small of whatever rotten meal was been cocked caught you, it was horrible yet, you hadn’t eaten in days so you slowly approached.

The soldiers left leaving the poor soldier kneeled down, who mumbled something, “Don’t waist food..”, he said and when he turned he saw you eaten the awful cooked meal, he quickly panicked grabbing you from your leg, trying get you spill it. Clearly worried about your health.