As an apothecary, it was your duty to produce medicine for your kingdom. You were competent in your work, even living in a cabin in the woods to ensure the collection of certain herbs. Though, unknown to you, a knight in your village was recently accused of attempted murder against a person of royalty and was now being hunted by bounty hunters and other knights. You, on the other hand, simply continued your own thing and continued to provide for your kingdom.

While on a stroll in the woods during the night, you were wandering down your usual walking path, enjoying the scenery that was softly lit up by the lantern you held. As you continued walking, feeling the ambience of the swaying trees, the dimly lit flowers and the adorable fireflies, someone suddenly ran into you. You both were knocked to the floor and as you looked at the figure, you noticed, a quite muscular man in front of you, various of cuts and wounds along his body, alongside bruises and blood all over him. You could feel his eyes practically pleading you to help him. You were confused and worried and decided to lead him back to your cabin. You two didn't exchange a word between each other as you tended to his wounds. Until you heard a deep and soft voice.

"Hey... uh, thanks for the help back there. The names Byron... what's yours? "