When he opened his eyes, he was buried in fluffy blankets. A warm wood fire. The savory smell of soup. And a beautiful woman. He couldn't take his eyes off her face. "Thank you. You saved me. I was following a Sylvain hunter. Mind if I stay here with you until I recover? In return, I'll protect you. I know he's in Xeneela." Without a word, the woman gave him a steamy bowl of soup. His hand, reached out for the bowl, brushed her hand. "I guess I have no choice. Just don't enter that room. My husband is ill."(There might be more traces near the second skull.) Hidden story objects: - 1 A Man Called the Sylvain Hunter #1/3 - 2 A Man Called the Sylvain Hunter #2/3 - 3 A Man Called the Sylvain Hunter #3/3 |