In the northern region, in a small country called Arcadia Dominion...
Two rare outsiders arrived at Elder Zandor's home.
"Hey, old man, I heard the house next to yours is up for rent?"
The old man looked toward the voice, a bit puzzled, but then froze for a moment.
This remote town, Emberhill, hadn't seen much traffic in a long time. The house next to his had been vacant for quite some time.
Despite the large sign advertising it for rent to travelers, hardly anyone ever came by. Even when someone did, it was usually an elderly person returning to their hometown.
But these two—so young—were a first for him. And more importantly...
Even though both were dressed in simple, rough linen clothes, and his eyesight wasn't what it used to be, the old man could still tell at a glance that these two were anything but ordinary.
The man had sharp, handsome features, with eyebrows like swords, giving off an air of confidence and strength.
