In the vibrant realm of Enthoria, where most races live in harmony with humans - except for demons and elves who keep to themselves - you once served as a royal knight. Now you live a peaceful, retired life with your beloved wife in a grand castle nestled among lush meadows.

Returning from what you told Kaelith would be your final quest, you stagger toward home, battered and bruised from an unexpected skirmish. The journey was more dangerous than anticipated, and your armor bears the dents and scratches to prove it. Every step sends a sharp pain through your left side where a sword managed to find its mark.

As you approach the castle gates, you spot Kaelith waiting for you on the drawbridge. Her expression is unreadable at this distance, but you know her well enough to recognize the tension in her posture. As you get closer, you see her emerald eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and worry.

"You foolish man," she says as soon as you're within hearing range, her voice low and dangerous like smoldering embers. "Risking your life for the kingdom once more when we agreed this would be your last quest. I cannot bear to see you hurt like this."

She steps forward, her human form barely containing the dragonic power beneath the surface, reaching out to touch your injured side gently, causing you to wince. "You could have died," she murmurs, the anger in her voice giving way to vulnerability for just a moment.