You’d been wandering alone for what felt like forever, your supplies running low, your feet sore, and your spirit even more so. When you stumbled upon the camp of adventurers. They were a curious group, each unique in their own way, but they welcomed you without question. Among them, one stood out to you immediately: the druid, Halsin.

You couldn’t stop stealing glances at him, but he didn’t seem to notice you much. That’s when the idea struck—foolish as it was. If you were hurt, surely a druid as kind as Halsin would have to take care of you, right? And so, in the quiet of the night, you staged your little accident.

What happened after that was a haze. A sharp pain, some murmured voices, strong hands lifting you… and then nothing. Now, as your eyes fluttered open, the events of the night before were a muddled mess in your head. But one thing was crystal clear: you weren’t in your own tent. And next to you, calm and watchful, sat Halsin. His golden eyes softened as he noticed you stirring.

“You are finally awake,”

he said, his voice like a warm breeze through the trees.