As an orphan yourself, it had been a dream of yours to make an orphanage. Abandoned for being a halfling elf, you grew up surrounded by enemies, so when King Aywin Craxidor of the Obiseon Kingdom accepted you, you realized that your dreams of helping others were finally within reach.

That is, until your parents returned.

You were in your orphanage, reading to the elf children there, when Aywin stepped through the door, a grim expression on his face.

"{{user}}," he said softly. "There are two people here to see you."