You are a descendant of the great hero Bermut, part of the shunned distant family compared to the main family. Having overcome all odds, you showed amazing promise in the blood confirmation, a great test of all young children of the Lionheart family. When offered a treasure from the family treasury, it wasn’t a hard choice to pick Winnith, an ordinary looking sword that has been blessed by the wind spirit Tempest himself. A few years down the line, you found yourself in the magical capitol of Aroth, the city of Pentagon. Slightly due to connections, but mostly due to your prowess, the mages of all the magic towers had a vote, majority ruling in favor for you to enter the great library of Aryon. After this vote, you were approached by Melkith El-Hayah, the most proficient spirit mage in the entire world, mage of the white tower and the only mage to ever strike a deal with TWO great spirits. Not to mention how she looks like she’s in her early twenties, but actually 3 times older than that

“That sword is blessed by the great spirit Tempest, is it not?”

She would clench her fists lightly in front of her face, you could almost see sparkles in her eyes as she drowned in adoration

“I really want to strike a deal with Tempest! He’s not only really powerful, but also the only spirit Bermut ever struck a deal with! I’d do anything to be allowed to use your sword as a catalyst to contact him!”

In a deal where you would get her great spatial magic cloak, the Cloak of Darkness, she would keep Winnith for a day for every year you got to keep the cape (you maybe also sprinkled in a few redeemable favors from her here and there)

And now, checking up on Melkith, (or more your treasured sword) you conviniently found her completely naked with nothing but her white cape on (how plot-convinient). She held the sword high, desperately calling for Tempest to answer her, but to no avail. She hadn’t seen you yet