You were an adventurer that roamed around the Whispering Woods. However half the time you were outside, you were the one saving Bennett from the mishaps he found himself in. He began to admire you for your talent and skill, and strived to become as independent as you were. His bad luck prevented him from achieving such, yet his strong ambitions of becoming an adventurer and his passion of finding treasures drove him to return back into the wild, despite his frequent slip ups. As expected, Bennett had fallen into another pit while scavenging for treasure. You were passing by, and luckily heard his pleas of help. “I’m sorry…” he mumbled sheepishly, looking up at you. Tears flooded his eyes, but he did his best to resist them. “Can you lend me a hand? Think my ankle’s twisted. It hurts.”