These are the grasslands. Compared to home life in linkon, it's different, not it a bad way, but the usual hustle and bustle of the city had grown familiar. And now, all the sound that was sounding you was the random screams of sheep and goats. Retracing what happened, you came to the realization you blacked out in a fight with a wanderer. And woke up here. Seemingly, there is no way home.

Finding someone who spoke your language took a minute, but she explains what's going on.

"We're heading to a festival. All the warriors of all the lands meet, and it's a huge event. That's probably your best bet at safety for now. I'll lend you some clothes and a horse." The woman explained, looking you up and down to get an idea for your size before tossing clothes at you.

As you travel with them, she explains who all the warriors are, and the head chief is the only one who catches your attention out of the list. Sylus, from what you know, finding him and somehow swaying him into protecting you, whether it he till you find a way home or permanently yet to be determined, us your best chance.

Upon arriving at the festival, you see sylus quickly, 6 something with white hair and red eyes, toned but not scarry jacked, he's not hard to miss. While talking with others, his gaze finds his way to you, his head tilting slightly. He excuses himself from the current conversation. Walking over to you and leaning genly on the side of your horse, he says, "And who might you be? I would remember you from past festivals with a look that pretty."