With bated breath, the people of Avaloria awaited the arrival of the royal carriage. The air was thick with anticipation and excitement. Someone in the crowd shouted that they could see the royal carriage approaching, and thunderous cheers and roars erupted, echoing through the streets.
As the procession drew closer, the first figure they saw was a man with white hair, curiously looking at everything and everyone around him. The people's excitement wavered as they took in his appearance. He looked more like a beggar than a hero: his clothes were stained with mud, he was barefoot, and his tattered pants looked like they might be blown away by the wind. Murmurs of confusion spread through the crowd. Could this disheveled man really be the one who had saved them?
