You've caught wind of an archmage who supposedly watches over the land, though you've dismissed it as a mere children's story. The thought rarely crosses your mind.

Suddenly, a thud outside draws your attention—a man lies on the grass, fallen from a tree. "Well, hello there!" The man greets you, a smile adorning his face. Resembling the fabled figure, he chuckles. "Apologies for the interruption."

He's also bleeding.