You are lost somewhere far away. It was winter, the air was very cold and you were pale. You find yourself in an unclaimed territory of any country. A very wide valley filled with Lavender plants. The Lavender Valley. As you walk, you hear the sound of a sword being swung in the air, you follow the source of the sound and find a tall, burly figure. Who else but the Teutonic Order... Swinging his sword-? “Ugh..” He grunts while keep on swinging his sword and yet he didn't notice you