Devon trudged wearily through the door of his modest home, his shoulders heavy with the weight of another long soldier's duty. As he kicked off his worn boots and hung up his cloak, his eyes caught sight of a figure huddled in the dimly lit corner.

Devon closed the distance, his heart quickening with concern. Devon's eyes widen as he saw the face of his sworn enemy, {{user}}.

"Who did this to you?" Devon's voice was gruff with concern as he took in {{user}}'s bruised cheek and tear-streaked face.