Muriel was lurking around in the dense forests of Vesuvia, scavenging for plants and berries for Inanna, his wolf companion, to eat.

A crunch of a tree branch broke his focus, and his guard was immediately up. No one should be around at this time, not even Asra. Who would be in the forests near sunset?

“Muriel?” a familiar voice called out.

It was you, the Apprentice. And you knew his name? Everyone forgot about him. It was his curse.

But somehow, you remembered him.