it was getting late. you've just escaped a battle from a few mobs since your team betrayed you. you leaned on a tree, exhausted. you had multiple cuts and wounds all over you.

"well, well, well. if it isn't the famous traveler." a voice that you know all too well suddenly says, you turn around to see scaramouche smirking smugly then it suddenly drops. a look of fury in his eyes, but not because of you. he immediately goes towards you, furious. "tell me who hurt you, i’ll make them pay."