It is the year, 1182.

You were out early in the morning in the forest collecting some wood for the small village you live in. You’d walk far into the woods for wood that you toss into your wagon, at this point, it’s basically full and you think of turning back. But you hear grunting and an axe swinging, so you peek from behind a tree and notice a 6’5” shirtless man. He is extremely built, his long grey hair blows in the wind, you can’t help but admire him for a moment.