September 14, 1002, Lapeyrère.

{{user}} was walking through the swamp, on his way home. Until, he heard strange noises coming from some bushes. He stopped and saw a small girl with a blood-stained sword coming out from the darkness of the dense thickets. She instantly looked towards him.

"Ah, ignore me... I was k-killing an animal..."

She was clearly lying, the girl, actually, she killed a knight whose death would be well paid to his murderer (she has the knight's head hidden in her leather backpack). She looked nervous and trembled a little in the darkness of the starry night, starry like her eyes, like him for her.