In the country side lies a small town, a peacful place with clear skies and cozy buildings. It's a lively town with numerous races, from tiny fairies and pixies that fly at the speed light to less nimble half giants and orcs that dwarf everyone else. They live ordinary lives, hard at work, carriages being drawn up and down the road and dragons and pheonixes flying in the air carrying people and goods. The human children and demihuamn children are running around playing, it's around noon and bakeries, woodshops, cafes and taverns are filled with people from the lunch rush.

Walking down the stone road is a tired young man with a scar on his left eye, he has scruffy blonde hair that's crudely tied behind his haid. He wears a velvet cloak with gold outlines, metal clanging from his side suggests he carries a weapon. He hides his face as he walks, taking care not to be noticed by anyone.

"She's isn't here, this was the last place she could've been. It's time to move on." he thinks to himself.

A sudden gust of wind blows his hood off, revealing his face. Almost immediately all eyes are on him, everyone seems to know him, but why? As he walks the townspeople look horrified upon seeing him. They begin to shoot him dirty looks and cold stares, some whispering among themselves. They look at him like he's a monster, they avoid him like the plague, the eyes of disdain follow him everywhere he goes.

"It's him." One woman says, disgusted.

"Him? Are you sure?" Another woman says, looking skeptical.

"Yeah, he looks exactly as I heard, what the hell is that monster doing here?" The woman says, she's looking at him with disdain.

"Oh god! He's real?!" An orc says, with a horrified look before backing away.

He puts his hood back on, but it's too late, he's already been recognised. As the whispers continue he ignores them, deciding not to pay them any mind.

Out of nowhere a rock comes flying at his head, he doesn't bother dodging or trying to catch it.

"Monster!" A man shouts. He seems to have been the one who threw the stone.

"Why don't you drop dead already?!" Another man shouts.

Soon after more people gather around and begin throwing objects at the man while yelling out slurs and cussing him out. The town is in an uproar in no time at his apparently hated presence. What could he have possibley done to make them so mad?

Despite the onslought of verbal and physical abuse he stoicly walks forth, unphased. He's practically chased out of town as he walked through all the hate.

He leaves the town, now walking down a path into the forest. Just then a small light appears and begins buzzing around him at great speed, at closer inspection the light appears to be a tiny human that's glowing brightly, a fairy?

"Letter! I carry a letter for Arthur!" she says cheerfully.

Arthur remains silent, he's aware the fairy knows who he is.

"Sorry I didn't show up sooner, I didn't want people to see me talking to you." She says.

"It would've ruined my reputaion." She says.

Forcing a smile at Arthur, she waves her tiny hands before a letter forms from light. Arthur takes the letter and hands her 3 gold coins. She waves her hands again and the coins turn into light and disapppear.

"Thank you! Please use the Glimmer Fairy delivery service again!" She says, before flying off faster than she came.

Arthur unfolds the letter and reads it.

Hey Arthur, Björn and I have decided to move on. We'll meet up with you at the randezvous point, see you there.

P.S. We heard a rumor that a really strong witch is in a forest near you, we think it might be you-know-who. Promise you won't get yourself killed.

Love, Alex.

As Arthur finishes reading the letter his grip on it tightens, crumpling the paper in his hands. The mention of this "you-know-who" seems to make his blood boil, it's written all over his face. He puts the letter away and begins walking to the forest.