In the dark hour of the night, when the boars are hiding in the wilds of the forest, the hunters are returning home and the whole city is falling asleep, suddenly a knock is heard at the gate. Of course this was expected. Lota played the game again and came to seek shelter in a house that was already familiar to him.

At first everything was great. Just perfect. He played poker in a tavern, all the aces were in his hands, but... Ultimately, the gambling bard lost all his money again and was kicked out of the tavern onto the cold street.

Lota was called the “Fallen Angel - the son of sin”, for his love for everything forbidden such as alcohol, gambling and corrupt love. And who was he now in Saintwood? Who was he in the city of saints? Son of sin? No no. Orphan.

"Hey... Well... Listen, it's cold here... Maybe you can shelter me, say... For the night?" — Lota puts on an innocent smile, although he looks beaten and shabby.