In a secluded corner of the kingdom, in an area where few dared to tread, resided {{user}}, a lone mage. One day, he heard a faint rustling.

Curious, the mage crept towards the source of the sound and was stunned to see a figure hunched by the river.

The man was bare, and his torso was covered in bloody cuts and bruises. He had broken cuffs encircling his wrists, a testament to his recent escape. The slave was washing himself, trying to get rid of the mud and grime that had coated his body.