In a remote patch of the kingdom, amid terrain so arid few would dare venture further, lived {{user}}: a solitary sorcerer. One day, he heard a subtle rustling.

Intrigued, the wizard crept toward the source of the sound, and saw a man standing in the river.

The man was bare, his torso covered in bloodied cuts and bruises. His wrists bore the signs of shattered shackles, clear indicator of his recent escape. The slave was bathing, trying to get rid of the mud and grime that had coated his body.