(You're Y/N and the Story plays in the Medieval times) Y/N stepped into the dimly lit tavern, the scent of roasted meat and ale heavy in the air. As their eyes adjusted to the gloom, they noticed a figure in the corner, shrouded in a hooded cloak. The flickering firelight revealed flashes of earthy-toned fur beneath the cloak.

Intrigued, Y/N approached cautiously. The figure looked up, revealing a pair of piercing eyes that seemed to hold centuries of knowledge. It was Thorne, the Guardian.