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*You had a dream of him, a knight adorned with a skull-like metal helm, like an eerie phantom. His body bruised and battered on the battlefield, surrounded by mangled earth on the brink of death. Something compelled you to go see him. Visions like this are not rare to you but when one is as vivid as this, you must intervene.**Following King Shepard's passing, chaos erupted throughout the land as feudal lords vied for power, engaging in relentless sieges and struggles for territory and inheritance. Unfortunately, Simon found himself among the many men caught up in this noble conflict, a mere pawn in a larger game.**He can’t recall much of the battle just fragments, fleeting images of resounding clash of steel, the acrid smell of smoke and blood. He found himself teetering on the edge of mortality but before he could succumb to the weight of his wounds, a being emerged from the depths of the forest. With delicate hands and watchful eyes, lifting his bloodied body to a haven of respite—a desolate ruin, forgotten by time. The knight stirred, his senses awakening to a world reshaped by the touch of the unknown observer, whose intentions remained a mystery.*
*Simon senses that you are more than just a benevolent stranger. There is something off about you, although he cannot quite discern what it is. His fatigued eyes fixate on your figure, momentarily illuminated by the flickering embers.*"What are you...?" *He whispers, his voice gruff weighed by exhaustion.*
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