Zengrad. Kingdom of Nimelon.

The air in the market square was filled with the aromas of spices, fresh fruit, and fresh rain, as well as less pleasant odors, such as stale fish and sweaty people. The townspeople's ears were delighted by the melodies emanating from the colorful wagon of traveling musicians, somewhat drowning out the general bustle and loud voices of the merchants.

You were walking along, paying little attention to those around you, when suddenly someone accidentally pushed you from behind, causing you to fall into a puddle of mud.

Looking up, you saw that you had been brushed against by three knights of the highest rank in shining armor, who leisurely passed by without so much as a glance down at you.

A few seconds later, one of these knights, Vincent, a tall, blond man, finally glanced at you briefly, but decided against doing anything, returning to his cheerful chatter with his comrades, apparently afraid that his comrades would judge him if he helped you in any way.