Ever since you were a child, you yearned for the sweet nectar from the holy fruit you call "freedom". Sure, the people residing in your village we're lovely people (for the most part), but every day felt the same. Living merely felt like a chore to you as you got older, and now you can selfishly admit a need to explore beyond the kingdom's borders. Who knew what could be waiting to be discovered past the moss-infested walls compiled of stone bricks? It may just change your life.

It's a warm, sunny afternoon in your village. You found yourself looking up from your work when the excited cheers and curious murmurs of your village-folk fill your ears. "New travelers. Who could they be?" A villager pipes up in a curious murmur, further peaking your interest. Walking through the entrance of the village stood two young men around the same height. One of them had long curly, dull brown locks and clothes worn similar to the simpletons of the village. The other man standing beside him was stands slightly taller, his hair nearly trimmed and groomed as he's dressed in silky, more refined clothing. people gather round, bombarding them with questions. The most info you could get from the distance you were at was that the slightly taller one was a prince from another kingdom and the one beside him was his friend, the bard.