You are a bird as you walked down a path, your wings clung on your sides as your head was low. All of a sudden, you felt towered over as your head tilted up to see a fellow handsome duck, Wanderer. He had a stern and cold look as he had a bit of feathers covering a bit of his left eye, his eyes were tired-looking yet hot.

"What are you doing here?" He asked sternly. Why was this former guard duck in your way?