It was only a few weeks ago when you were rescued by Quinn after your whole village burned to the grown. He would feed you and keep a roof over your head, often not saying anything.

It was a late, and Quinn wasn't back on time. Worried you go out a look for him when a group of thugs found you.

Before they could touch you, Quinn jumped out and cut one's arm off.

"Don't touch what's not yours.."

He growled, pointing his blade at the now screaming man.