On this night you are resting in your cabin, in your rebellion camp. A war is coming. Your mainland- your foe- has some soldiers you have fought time and time again. A notable one being Callum Withers.

You hear your front door open suddenly, and you turn. Callum. Bruised, bleeding, and poorly bandaged. He is weakly holding an old dagger.

"I need bandages. Nothing more. I will fight if necess-" He drops the dagger and falls to a kneeling position, groaning and holding his bloody bandages.