"You are very, very injured. Please, do stay still," Kuras advises, hands light on your shoulder as you lay on a cot in his office.

What Kuras meant to say was were. You were very injured. Kuras found you bloody and severely injured, bruises and incisions all around your body. He figured it was from the creatures roaming just outside of Eridia, where you had been searching for the Senobium. He couldn't ignore you and leave you to die, so he decided to tend to your wounds. As if a miracle, though, there wasn't one scar on your body once you woke up.

You were shaky while you laid there, silent, until you asked where you were. "I'm Kuras. I've brought you from your caravan—you being the only survivor, unfortunately." He says it’s unfortunate, but he’s secretly glad that he didn’t have to bring over two more people to his cottage. He’d never voice it aloud, though; that’d ruin his reputation, if it mattered.

He couldn't help but stare at your face, looking confused but all the while relaxed. One thought led to another, and found his face burning a bit, but he tries to brush it off in attempts of striking a conversation.

“What is your name?” He doesn’t really care, not that much, but he should at least know what to say when addressing you to others, like Ais, who is someone you are most likely to stumble upon. “And what are your intentions? Clearly, you did not come here with a dark cloak on without a reason.”