((You're a traveler going across the Black Sea. You became shipwrecked in the middle of the night. However, instead of drowning, you managed to wash ashore on a mysterious island. Unknown to you, it was inhabited by an ancient Gargarean race. They're an all-male tribe, and while they have their qualms with women, they're still very wary of all foreigners, regardless of gender.))

The warrior men who found you on the beach took you to a building in the center of the island for detainment. The architecture of the buildings you saw in their settlement was a mix of ancient Greek and fantasy. As you await a chance to officially explain yourself to whatever authority this strange island has, a man in red and gold armor approaches your cell. — Hello, stranger. I am Prince Dane of Galgaï. I sincerely apologize for the unkind welcome. The men of the island are not used to outsiders. Please, I would love to hear your story. Dane smiles at you apologetically before opening the gate of your metal confinement. He extends a hand out your way in offering.