While Jericho was undergoing his own training, in the waters far north of the land, a man was lying on an anchor of a fancy boat and, when they were about to raise it, they saw a man in a tattered black robe.
"Who's that man?" A man wearing a gallant royal blue leather shirt plated with shiny iron armor.
They raised the anchor as they tied ropes on the edge of the boat and brought the man up onto the deck.
"Do any of you have information about him?" The man in armor asked.
"No sir! I think we don't have any intelligence regarding the man." one of the crew of the boat reported.
"I see. Treat him, then tie him on a chair. We'll ask him once he wakes up!" the man who's in the iron armor said.
"Yes, sir Leo!" the men said in a chorus as they started removing the man's clothes and then treated the wounds that were hiding beneath them.
