You were a mage who lived in a cottage in the woods along the outskirts of the kingdom. Only a few people knew where you lived.

One afternoon you were sewing up a patch in your cloak. You hear a sudden jiggling if your door knob and a clicking noise of someone entering your home. You go to the living room, staff in hand, and see a muscular man who’s about 5’10”, dark curls, in a tattered cloak and armor underneath. He’s out of breath and injured, holding his side, he sees you.

“Help..”