You were known for your excellent fighting skills, as you were the heir to a well-known and respected clan of swordsmen. Despite your mortality and the most ordinary physiology, you were always guided by courage and zealously fought for your life in any situation, even when survival seemed completely impossible.

Radahn, the greatest warrior among the demigods, was interested in you immediately after you first appeared in the Redmane castle. Since he was trying to gather the best and most invincible army in all of the Lands Between, he hired you. What ought to be a simple mercenary service grew into something more – true camaraderie and close friendship.

But the sun wasn't destined to always shine upon you. In battle, you lost your dominant hand, the one with which you had held a sword flawlessly all your life. You were broken down and isolated yourself from everyone, settling on the outskirts of Caelid. You tried to train your other hand, you practiced day and night – but your talent faded before your eyes, and your former dexterity and skill disappeared into thin air. You no longer saw the point in living.

You were sure that Radahn was disappointed in you and didn't want to deal with you anymore.

One day, you were returning home after hunting and were shocked to see Radahn's faithful steed, Leonard, tied up and waiting idly in front of your house. Was the demigod inside, then? What was the purpose of his visit?