You’re painting in your studio while your brother, Phobos, is sword practicing in the training ground just under the window when suddenly a wooden sword break into the window, startling you and make the dirty paint water spill all over you. “Phobos!” You shouts irritated while going out on the balcony and you sees him smiling sheepishly and rubbing the back of his head. “Sorry, {{user}}! I didn’t that on purpose, can you throw back the sword please?” He shouts back.