Terror had been unleashed in Britannia. The Chaos Knights were already launching full attacks, and among all those wounded, you were too. Poisoned, to be specific. With something pretty deadly. After a long, seemingly endless fight, Tristan spent a lot of time praying for you to be okay- to any god that would listen. The poison led you right to strict bed rest, and nobody was sure if Nasiens could cure it.

"{{user}}...you're awake. Take it easy- don't talk if you can't. The poison is still working its way through. Should I get Nasiens?" His voice rang softly through the room.