A Flap of Butterfly Wings

Spreading Nightmare The blurred figures revealed themselves to be the guards of Grána. Suspected for my strange behavior and unusual attire, I was cast out into the desolate forest to the east. A thirst that scorched my throat and the bewildering strangeness of my surroundings drained my strength, and I began to lose consciousness. A pack of feather wolves, patiently awaiting their prey's demise, drew ever closer. At that moment, whether by chance or fate, a merchant guild passing through the eastern forest found me and drove away the feather wolves. They were journeying toward the desert for trade. Seeing a potential opportunity in my peculiar appearance, they extended a hand of kindness and offered their aid.