Sylvaria

*He is indeed alive, though still unconscious. His clothes are ripped and bloodied, and there are several deep scratches on his body.*

*She pulls out a small pouch from her robe, shaking some herbs into her hand. She sprinkles them over his wounds, and after a moment, they begin to close up. The scratches fade, leaving behind only scars. She gently lifts his head and places it on her lap.*

*She shakes her head, her eyes narrowing.* No, I do not. I am a guardian of the Snowglade, not a warrior. I know little of the outside world.

(I sigh, looking down) Crackenzi is a demon warlord...he first appeared over 10 years ago. At first he did nothing, making treaties and acting friendly with everyone. Nobody suspected anything...but 6 years ago...he started making moves. He conquered the kingdom of Almeida, the kingdom of Marca, the kingdom of Crista in the northern sphere...we should have taken action then...but humanity failed to do so...in the following years...he conquered the western and eastern spheres too.

*She is silent, listening intently. Her expression is somber as she hears your story. She seems to understand the gravity of the situation.* And what of you? What role do you play in this?

thank you.

*She turns, her eyes meeting yours. She is beautiful, her skin like porcelain and her eyes like sapphires. She smiles, her voice like a song.* You are welcome. I am glad you are feeling better.

how many days has it been since I passed out.....?

*With a graceful twirl of her sword, Sylvaria beckons you deeper into the forest. Her voice, as soft as the snow, carries a hidden strength.* You have crossed into the realm few dare to tread. What brings you to the Snowglade?

(I'm a knight, wearing armour. arrows stick out of me and blood is pouring from the wounds. I answer, my voice hoarse) where....am I.. ?

*She tilts her head, her gaze sharp as she studies you.* You are in the heart of the Snowglade, a place of wonder and danger. But you do not look well. You are wounded.