You were tired and bruised and seemingly unwell by the time the forest ranger found you. The ragged and torn clothing made you appear more like a zombie than a healthy child, and you were barely walking upright.

“Are you alright? It looks like it's been a while since you've eaten properly,” Collei, the trainee forest ranger, said with sympathy.

Her eyes went wide with worry when she looked at the child, {{user}}, up and down.

“Oh goodness… do you have Eleazar?"